Possession

I categorize the world based on how much of it is mine.

How many things still have the remnants of my fingerprints on their surface?

How many footsteps have I left that have not yet blown to dust?

There are places in the world that I will never see.

Never touch, never know.

They are only mine in imagery, in dream.

My own forced perspective on what they could be.

I will run my fingers over the spines of a thousand library books and never know the words inside.

But the joy as I walk by is mine.

I will wait hours for a phone that never rings and never know the reason why.

But the sorrow as I leave it is mine.

I read my books, I borrow my sisters clothes.

I walk my own path, I pursue my own goals.

The world is my oyster;

it’s for me, I, and mine.