Gifts and Shards Vol 1

Who Am I?

In the small hours, after wheeling out
the late remembered bin onto an empty street,
I stood in the side passage, stock still,
ear cocked, looking beyond the garden
out to the quiet horizon.

Today, as I sit trying to concentrate,
suddenly, I feel you nearer,
almost in the room here,
stirring me with a cool shiver
pins and needles,
electric current liberating me,
bathing me in untouched memories.

'Who are you?' I ask.
And the question returns to me
like an echo: 'Who are you?'.