I was too long an Israelite
wandering in a desert searching
for the promised identity, following
on faith and a belief that all
would eventually be revealed.
I created images of you, of who
I thought you might be, hidden
from all, just a voice in my dreams.
I was an Aaron, the loyal sibling
never questioning why I lived
in their always slightly alien world,
with the sands of identity blowing
around me, slipping through
my fingers and my thoughts.
But I did find my promised self
although forty years of wandering
uncertain where I would end,
who I might find, were not enough
and I have seen the face of the god-
dess that I can now call my mother.