Question Time

An answer in verse to a famous literary question

‘And who are you?’ the caterpillar asks.

No wonder little Alice is confused.

The question any sage’s wisdom tasks

And on the answer many minds have mused.

Some say we’re merely matter, some say mind,

While others think we’re stardust from afar;

By looking in a mirror can we find

In our reflections who we really are

Or is it only through another’s eyes

Our quintessential essence is revealed?

Is who we think we are a web of lies,

A fantasy that keeps the truth concealed?

No, nothing is insoluble, and should

A caterpillar ask who I might be

I’d give the answer anybody would

And say without a second thought, ‘I’m me.’