How old am I child?
Old enough to have heard your sister singing, tingling,
And know the harmony.
Old enough to feel her throat-less, lung-less, breath,
And know that I still don’t know her.
Old enough to have groped in heart's crucible,
And found it empty.
Old enough to know that standing alone on a peak, aflame,
I am alive.
And having given everything, unconditionally,
I am rich.
To know that sitting, counting the pulse behind my eyes,
I am all.
Old enough to know that dancing with abandon,
Completes me,
Beyond words or thought,
And, knowing that I know, I am old enough.