A solitary I.

Billions and billions of years passed before I consciously arrived on Earth. Or so I’m told. By astronomers and other ‘experts.’ All that time. And I wasn’t here to witness it all. Or was I? Without remembering. Maybe I’ve had billions of lives. Different lives. Different forms. So very many. Without memories. Because now I am I. The one and only I. A solitary I. –Jim Broede