I Am

I am the moment you decide to crumble, instead of continue to shove it all down

I am the whirlwind that comes in, makes a mess of the whole environment, then disappears before you can admonish it

I am a stubborn crumb, hiding in your keyboard, screwing with the letter p, until you finally wise up and get the can of compressed air

I am the name on the tip of your tongue

I am the cache of socks lost from the dryer

I am the ripple in the potato chip

I am the burst setting on an M16

I am the pole

I am everything you think I am, but not at all the way you think

But mostly, and completely,

I am.