We were born creators

We’ve been creators

We will always be creators

We came from the sun

The stars

Or what we call the universe

"Universe" is a complex word

Sometimes I forget the meaning

And just spell it with “I”

I forget I’m here

Because of conditions

Maybe God laced me up

From feet to head

Or maybe I’m just part

Of a long explosion

Millions of causes

Led me to post

This very poem

For the great writers to exist

I had to be there

For me to write now

They must be here

Maybe this poem isn’t great

Or maybe it is

It holds all my ancestors

I remember tasting the apple

With Eve

I remember swimming in the deep

Nearly eaten

By a shark

The dew in the grass

The spider’s web

The smell of apples

That is me

The red orange sun

The solstice moon

The planets I’ve never seen

They live in me

The sound of a song

The sound of a cricket

A baby crying

That too is me

I am everything

Pleasant

Unpleasant

And in between

All the languages of the world

And beyond

Can’t fully explain me

I’ve used “I”

Again and again

But what I really mean

Is

We

Or maybe just

Us 

Or maybe just