Poem #22

Researching
the history of me
through photos of me,
of them,
the them that made me
staring into faces
and knowing
knowing
I don't know you.
You don't know me.
But you are me,
parts of me.
Which of you
brought me this curiosity,
this need to know
and explore
and do?
Which of you
ruminated on brain chemistry
and felt certain
your brain
was different
like my brain is different
all creative and crazy?
Which of you
photographed strangers
in my blood line?
Or is that all mine?