I am Two Beings

I am the memory of the blue truck

        Speeding down the road.

I am the dreamy vision

        Of mist on Autumn fields.

I am that thing which once

        Sledged through the snow.

I am all that has passed before

        Every single moment

        Some are lost

        Some are still;

And unfolding in time,

        The siren in the distance

        Where once I sat, a child.

I am them all. I am so much -

That sometimes I wonder

If I am anything of Me at all.