By : Brenda Echeverry
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I am the train that takes you there,
But I am not the destination.
I am the bridge that brings you across,
But I am not the other side.
I am the straw drawing liquid to your lips,
But I am not the solution.
I am the spoon that brings the food to your mouth,
But I am not the nutrients.
I am the pen that your ink flows through,
But I am not the words.
I am the instrument that you pluck strings on,
But I am not the music.
I am the prism that breaks the light,
But I am not the rainbow.
I am the channel,
Nothing more and nothing less.
—Brenda Echeverry (2021)
Originally published in-print in Boston Compass Newspaper #149 August 2022
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