I.	Inside
I read a poem and
Discover a new world
Soon replaced by newer worlds
Of me
Washing clothes
Writing words
Cuddling with Woody
I recreate myself moment by moment
Sometimes – often? – I
Fail to notice the new world
As it replaces the old

II.	Outside
Seasons change but
That is too grand a scale
To concern me here
Even the change of days is
A cosmos
I am concerned with 
The new worlds created
By the unique shape of a new word on a page
The delicate balance of a new bird on the feeder
The droning rhythm of the oscillating fan
Sometimes – often? – I
Fail to notice the new world
As it replaces the old

III.	Sideways
What then holds these changing worlds together?
What holds the old within the new?
The inside within the outside?
Not I, said the ego
Not I, said the cosmos
I AM WHO AM
Whispered, reverberating
Eternally