How Are You

How are you?

The question reveals layers, skin shedding, memories out

it's all out

it's collecting ahead of itself, unable to look behind

to trail the myths of who has been and watch the coming ones

with their words

I saw you

I see you

the many faces

on walls, in doorways, everywhere

I don't know why

How are you?

I am OK

I am half crazed

I am fabulous

I don't know

I'm changing

Changing

I can't keep up

I am lost, never had a compass

I'm tired, want to be held and to be treasured

truthfully

How are you?

The sky is blue