On being

there is a part of me
that wants to matter
to care so specifically, so stubbornly
to make something the world
quietly organizes itself around
without even knowing it

and then there is the other part
the quieter one
that just wants to be
buy groceries, walk home slowly
and be no one in particular
another face in the cold
another coat on the subway

I think they need each other
to mean anything at all