
And fireworks.
Looking at the one I am carrying
In the mirror
This satisfaction of being
One, for
One’s exactly the same
And   
Completely different.
One’s the sea  
as it meets the sky in the horizon.
One’s peace 
Minding the mind
The understanding
The sympathy.
One’s nothing 
Compared to everything
And
Everything 
Compared to the whole.
(Adapted from a poem I once wrote called Who Am I?- long ago)
Time, Part IV by Aimee Stewart
 



