I am the interloper

I am the interloper,
at my work, at my break, at my gym,
when I was in Missouri,
in North Carolina,
Here, sixteen years ago…

In Doylestown
Upper East Green Bud,
Toms River,
Lake Hopatcong,
Waldwick,
Altadena…

From birth,
always the interloper,
the outsider,
The one who just arrived.

Passing along in between the existence of others,
marking my mark,
minimally, if even slightly.
Just to let them know,
a tremor in the Earth,
that I am here,
have arrived,
and will be gone eventually.


2-26-05