Sometimes I Think
Sometimes I think my mind
Is still four-year-old me,
Tracing, with irrepressible glee,
The room in circles
Because I have just
Discovered… Me. Yes!
I, je, io, ich, ahni, yo
Have discovered something.
And I keep on wheeling
Around, joyfully singing.
This will continue
Until I think of something
Else, become distracted,
Or just get tired…
A period of time which,
To my parents, seemed like
Two weeks.
—James Lichtenberg
This article appears in March 2017.
