Becoming (A Poem)

Gazing at images
moments captured
of days long gone.

Peering in on
moments passed and
people changed.

I recognize
the familiar face
in all its guises

And yet today
who we are
is not who we were.

Each day
we learn and
grow a little bit more

In our wake
we leave skeletons
of who we were

Connections
often tossed
like shed skins

We
become
who we are

We
become
who we will be

We
become
what we will

Power
and choice
to become

Who
What
and when