The Book of Weston

Where is the you that looks out at the world?

Behind the eyes? In some dark spot

near the front of the skull?

A little person peeking out?

At the place where all the senses meet?

The opposite end and nexus of

the fingertips, nose, tongue, ears, eyes, skin?

Is it an echo? Me...me...me....

A re-appearing tag attached

to so many fast-moving thoughts and feelings

and sensations that the tag itself seems

permanent? Thought-me. Touch-me. Emotion-me.

A mental reaction so automatic it's almost

invisible? Is there a you that exists independent

of these passing sensations?

When you aren't thinking about you,

where are you? Are you there between thoughts?

Are you there in deep sleep?

Do you stop and start again?

Can you stop now?