Can't take credit for your best self...

Some people are work,

And leave me thinking,                      “This? I deserve a wage.”

Some people are jerks,

And tempt me to believe      “There's good reason for my rage.”

Some people miss the point,

And I find myself waaaaving it at them,                  jerkishly.

Some people disappoint,

And I find myself bitter, so friends have to do work on me.

But then some people give,

And I find myself tempted to share my own overflow.

Some people let others live,

So I fall into stillness beside them, slowly letting go.

Some people teach me kindly,

So I start seeing myself in those who need—

                                       “as I once needed, right?”

Some people laugh widely,

And I lose myself, 

               just longing to give fuel to their light.

All of those, and none, are me:

                        “You mirror, 

                                          you trampoline,

you sponge drunk-fat 

                             and empty-squeezed;

    You face echoing faces,    you loop

                returning strain and peace,

   You light charged by 

                              the oldest lights

    and at 

            each moment 

                           spilling anew.”