Inspiration for poetry often arises from the most innocuous moments. The following poem emerged after I entered a room and, in a moment of confusion (more and more frequent, sadly), questioned why I had entered the room—but in my muddled state, I bungled the question. Struck by my mangled verbs, I realized the existential weight of what I had inadvertently asked myself. It instantly became clear that I should craft a short poem exploring existential uncertainty and fragmented consciousness based on what I had asked in my muddled state, and thus Where is Am I? was born.
Where is Am I?
Where is Am I?
Caught between the breath and thought,
a question turning circles
in the hollow of my chest.
I seek the ground, yet find the sky—
or is it neither, just the haze
of dreams long folded into day?
Am I the echo,
or the voice that trembles back?
The shadow of a shadow,
a footfall lost to time’s soft track?
Where is Am I?
A fragment drifting through the hour,
a flicker in the endless light,
unsure if I was ever whole
or if the pieces were ever mine to find.
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