How did I get to be me?
Where do I stand among ‘We?’
Where do we stretch?
For I’d like to fetch?
From the roots of my ancestry tree
How long must it take to reveal?
What too many years can conceal
All the living that
By coincidence cast
In a spin of a lineage wheel
As I delve down the alleys now gone
Visiting stones laid upon
Is it likely I’ll see?
Early versions of me
Or a light that was never outshone
© C K Letts 2020
