<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false" class=""><font class="">Which One Am I?</font></div><br class="">A few times in this life, <br class="">needing to take a risk<br class="">yet unable to push myself<br class="">over that cliff, <br class="">I’ve had to live with myself <br class="">after drowning in fear.<br class=""><br class="">Other periods, risking<br class="">so often and so much,<br class="">it felt as if the ground <br class="">under my feet<br class="">might burst into flames!<br class=""><br class="">Oh, God,<br class="">Who am I?<br class="">What am I?<br class=""><br class="">That cringing coward<br class="">walking among<br class="">shadows?<br class=""><br class="">The new life<br class="">that has burst<br class="">out of despair<br class="">several times <br class="">over the years<br class="">like an acrobat <br class="">leaping through <br class="">a covered hoop?<br class=""><br class="">The “young radical”<br class="">--no matter what my age—<br class="">light in his eyes,<br class="">Krishna by his side,<br class="">the way a certain friend <br class="">remembers me from <br class="">our first meeting years ago?<br class=""><br class="">Slowly, I’ve begun to realize: <br class=""><i class="">“I” am only the place<br class="">where all of this happens.</i><div class=""><i class=""><br class=""></i></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-style: italic; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;" class="">- Max Reif</span></div></div></body></html>