It is mine
Though the fit does not justify
A coat one size too large
An envelope for two, or five
It is mine though the light casts a friend
Though my shifts and bends speak otherwise
Because it is mine when I forget
When I drift on waves unaware of time, of place, of reason
When I leap and trace, and pause in place
It is mine when it smiles through my ruffled trench
It is mine for all to see
It is mine when I’m not me.