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I have a few things to do today, but mostly I expect Iโll be preparing for a meeting at the end of the day. Iโm not quite sure how I feel about itโsomewhere between trepidation, nervousness, and maybe even a little excitement. I suppose Iโll just have to wait and see what happens.
I actually talked to my doctor about it a bit yesterday. Heโs been treating a plantar wart on my foot with cryotherapy. I hate even saying I have a wart, but theyโre fairly commonโand they can be quite painful, which mine has been. Still, I havenโt really minded the visits, because it gives me a chance to talk with him.
Heโs been my doctor since I moved to Vermont, and I feel more at ease with him than with any doctor Iโve had before. Heโs always positive and enthusiastic, but also serious and compassionate when it matters. I feel very fortunate to have lucked out with him.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a great dayโand a wonderful weekend.

I Am Not I
by Juan Ramรณn Jimรฉnez
I am not I.
โ โ โ โ I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent when I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk where I am not,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, a celebration that encourages people to carry a poem with themโliterally in a pocket, a wallet, or on a phoneโand share it with others throughout the day. Itโs a simple idea, but a powerful one: that poetry is not meant to sit quietly on a shelf, but to travel with us, to meet us where we are, and perhaps to say something we didnโt know we needed to hear.
When I started thinking about what poem I wanted to carry today, I realized I wanted something about finding oneself. Not in the grand, dramatic sense, but in the quieter, more honest way that happens over timeโthrough reflection, contradiction, and those moments when we catch a glimpse of who we really are.
Thatโs what led me to this poem.
Jimรฉnez writes of a self that is both present and just out of reachโa companion we walk beside but do not fully know. Itโs a haunting idea, but also a comforting one. There is a part of us that is patient, that forgives, that waits for us to catch up to it. A self that is perhaps truer than the one we show to the world.
I think many of us, especially those of us who have had to navigate questions of identity, faith, or belonging, know this feeling well. There is the self weโve been told to be, the self weโve tried to be, and somewhere alongside us, the self we are becoming.
Poetry has a way of naming that space.
If I were to carry a poem in my pocket today, it would be this oneโnot because it gives me answers, but because it reminds me that the search itself is part of the journey. That perhaps finding oneself is not about arriving somewhere new, but about recognizing the one who has been walking beside us all along.
About the Poem
โI Am Not Iโ is a brief but deeply philosophical meditation on identity. In just a few lines, Jimรฉnez presents the self as dividedโone part visible and active, the other quiet, observant, and enduring.
The poem resists a fixed definition of identity. Instead, it suggests that who we are is layered:
The final lineโโthe one who will remain standing when I dieโโadds a spiritual dimension, hinting at a self that transcends the physical or temporal. Whether read psychologically, philosophically, or spiritually, the poem invites us to consider that our truest self may not always be the one we immediately recognize.
Its brevity is part of its power. Like the best โpocket poems,โ it can be read in a moment but linger in the mind far longer.
About the Poet
Juan Ramรณn Jimรฉnez (1881โ1958) was a Spanish poet and one of the most important literary figures of the 20th century. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1956 for his lyrical poetry, which is known for its clarity, emotional depth, and pursuit of what he called โpure poetry.โ
Jimรฉnezโs work often explores themes of beauty, memory, and the inner life. His writing evolved over time from richly ornamented early poems to a more stripped-down, essential styleโseeking precision and truth in language.
He is perhaps best known for Platero y yo, a poetic prose work beloved for its tenderness and reflection on life and loss. Though widely read, especially in the Spanish-speaking world, many of his shorter lyrical poemsโlike โI Am Not Iโโcontinue to resonate for their quiet insight into the human experience.
What poem would you carry in your pocket today?

I have a doctor appointment later this morning and a dentist appointment this afternoon, so Iโm not working today. Iโm going back to sleep.

Vermont might be known as the Green Mountain State, but it often feels like the Gray Sky State. Most people I know take Vitamin D because the sun can be such a rare guest. The past few days, though, have been a welcome exceptionโbright, clear, and almost generous with their light. Of course, todayโs sunshine is apparently our last for a while. Rain is moving in tonight and tomorrow, which we do need. Itโs been so dry that wildfires have already started to pop up, something that always feels a bit out of place here.
Still, Iโm glad to wake up feeling better this morning and able to appreciate the sunlight, even if Iโll spend most of it inside the museum. It figures that the day Iโm free to be out and about, the clouds will roll back in and bring the rain with them. That seems to be the way of thingsโsun when youโre busy, rain when youโre not.
I suppose that just makes days like today feel a little more precious.

Not quite myself this morning. I woke up feeling off and hoped breakfast might helpโit didnโt. If anything, it made the nausea worse, so I went back to bed for a bit.
Now itโs time to get up and face the day. I do have things that need to get done at work, though if I donโt start feeling better, it may end up being a short one.
No poem today.