The Life of Inbetween

It’s just about belonging

But I merely haunt the space between

Never quite standing out

Never quite assimilating

Always happy to lend a hand

But don’t try to hold it

Or I’ll freak out and run

Where do I

Lay the first brick

A foundation for the rest

On a terra inconstans

I’ve never paid allegiance to a state, sport or locale

Not even an ‘ism’  

It is instead to the power of liminality that I serve

And the communitas that it gives

To which I’ve given my time

And in that space

Of that power, I’ve been handsomely rewarded

Now…

It feels as if

Life demands my full rejection

Of that truth and comfort

Tune out and buy in

Time is money

And you sold yours

Interest is intent

And now that’s marked

Bought and sold

To the next top dog

So stop all those silly pretty thoughts

And pull up your big drone pants

Nose to the grindstone

Make those bones

Before yours are done and buried

If we are all just start dust

What are the stars worth?

Would they sell out if they could?

Do they dream of being planets, moons,

Or asteroids hurdling through space and time

On a mission to see as much

As they can

Before they end

In a blaze of beautiful demolition

Demise of now-matter

To be reworked into the next

And left with unquenched yearnings

Of other states and structures

If we are all

Part of everything

Yet we are just a moment

Of recycled parts

Maybe the cosmos

Do dream and joke

And we are all just

A punch line in time