The Glass "I"

The Glass "I"

I approach the man in front of me
His hair is blond and widows peaked
His eyes are blue as the open sea
And bright as the clearest sky
His head is small but fits right on
His frame, though thin, revealed quite strong
It doesn’t take me very long
To understand just why
“Who are you?” the words I bear
With not a word, just focused stare
And smile on me he does share
A welcome and honest, “Aye.”
I am not who you want me to
Nor am I less or more than true
Your question is not “Who are you?”
Your question is “Who am I?”

R.
M.
K.