Strange place to be–

both in and out,

part of and removed,

a familiar alienation.


The voice it speaks,

and there is utterance,

but what is heard–the

same old pattern,

a point of meaning

with nothing new.


Yes, strange–like this life

that’s changing but remains

the same, like connection

and disconnection at

the same time, like love

that’s not infused with hate

but with something darker: