Like May Sarton, at seventy

I can say,”Now

I become myself,”

but becoming

myself has not been something I

have done alone.

Friends and family,

and even those

who have not meant me well, all have

helped shape the me

I have become.

Sometimes that me

seems a thing of beauty; other

times a mismatched

assembly of

ill-chosen strands.

I give thanks for all who love the

whole cloth of me

and help me love

what I’ve become.

                                                              JDG