I am the tiny finch who fills the air with song at dawn.
I am the bronze of sun on snow-capped hills.
I am the play of wind upon the leafy ash.
I am the ocean’s waves caressing sand and shells.
I am the youthful fool—reckless, full of joy.
I am the ache of old ones shuttered in the dark.
I sing in many voices dawn and dusk that man ignores.
I bring the beauty forth in nature’s palates pure.
I breathe comfort that cools the heat or melts the snow.
I rock oceans deep, the stormy crash or gentle lull.
I energize the heated youth who sings out praise.
I agitate the longing for a final rest, a rescue home.
Victoria Slotto posted Who Am I, You Ask (the first half of the poem above) as a part of Jill’s Casting Bricks July challenge. I, for my part, simply took the measure of this poem — as a reader, reading it through my own set of filters — and headed off in the direction I thought it might be going. The fun in this challenge is that no two people (and especially two poets) are going to see a poem the same way. That’s my take. Read the explanation about how this challenge came about on Jilly’s site.