Humble I

There’s a great modesty
To egocentrism.
When a pop lyricist

Or MFA poet
Keeps confined to ego,
That suggests this is all

I know—ego in love,
Ego all out of love,
Ego’s experience,

Ego’s faith and trauma.
Nothing about the world
Without ego in it,

No eagerness to claim
Something hasn’t been said,
Not so much as to try

To say better what has.
You sing, I’m all I know.
You’re humble in this world.