Being I in a world full of time

Can I catch some moments of me?

Of me that is and me that was and me that will continue to be.

Can I catch me being me?

 

I’m looking for language that I don’t even know,

No,

I’m erecting a tent, but it’s

more of a hide in the woods where I can silently be,

A camouflaged camp where I’ll wait for me.

 

Hold on,

I recognise this place, I’ve seen this clearing, I know these woods,

the smells and sounds and the crack and snap of twigs beneath my boots.

See, I scared me off again.