Which One Am I? - Max Reif

[Larry Robinson]

Which One Am I?

A few times in this life, 
needing to take a risk
yet unable to push myself
over that cliff, 
I’ve had to live with myself 
after drowning in fear.

Other periods,  risking
so often and so much,
it felt as if the ground 
under my feet
might burst into flames!

Oh, God,
Who am I?
What am I?

That cringing coward
walking among
shadows?

The new life
that has burst
out of despair
several times 
over the years
like an acrobat 
leaping through 
a covered hoop?

The “young radical”
--no matter what my age—
light in his eyes,
Krishna by his side,
the way a certain friend 
remembers me from 
our first meeting years ago?

Slowly, I’ve begun to realize: 
“I” am only  the place
where all of this happens.

	- Max Reif
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