Poem by RELEE: Who

Who

I get up because it is time to get
Up. I stumble into clothes not my
Own and not someone else's. I try
To dress by watching me dress, set

About my morning by witnessing me
Move down the hall and into a chair
Where I see a body relax into fair
Semblance of what a man is who can see

Himself by closing his eyes and looking
Within to understand himself without. Yes,
I know where he is. I would know who he is too.
And I would by asking who he is and who
Is this typing this and guess
And more than guess, know, and know by knowing.