How We Make Ourselves
Our inner life becomes us
Our inner life intercepts us
Our inner life begins again and again.
Stepping into it
Putting it back together
Rebuilding and responding
All to make this: bearable.
I want to ‘top’ this story.
It always begins this way
It’s in the beginnings of the new that we become who we want.
The beginnings
I’ve always been thankful. For this. For you.
For the not-this that came before.
The days of interrogation are past,
and passed.
This sense of nothing is inconceivable.
History always repeats itself, but the heart,
The heart uplifts; uproots. The heart
replants.
I have done my gardening.
© Umansky 2011
blog of poet, leah umansky 
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