a prayer, an affirmation

I know what I am, I know what I’m made of-
simple routines stick to the surface like buoys in the trapped water in the open cavities of the sea
I know what I am, my worth I know it-
the gaze is so simple and yet it pierces. when it can it buries. when it wants it collapses
I know, I know
in all that is, and all that there is to know
I know what I am, I know what I’m made of