They say
that we are three in one: body, soul, and spirit.

I can believe it. I tried to explain to a friend
last night a few hours ago
how I felt so distant from myself.

A person inside me that I must get along with
that I must tell what to do
and scold when wrong.
I, we, praise with success
and suffer with embarrassment.

We two too feel the same. There is something different about us, me,
than just what others see, my shell or mask
or whatever you'd call face, hair, neck, stomach, legs, toes.

So there is me, deep inside, covered by the other part of me
that acts senselessly yet means well,
covered by the skin
light, freckled, red rubbed raw from dry winter air.

I wonder, in awe, how it is that we three feel the same. I am me
we are me. We are not different
and yet we are.

So inexplicably different