An Outcast Joy
23 Oct 2006
Previous: First Reunion
Peculiar, particular, singular, angular,
likely to offend those in charge.
We are running away to join the circus,
laughing at our motley selves.
Assembling from all the far places,
"I have found my people!" she cries,
"Brothers and sisters, be welcome!"
There is no plan, no map, no trail laid before us.
We take on stripes and hues and textures,|
alien to the marketplace,
or take the sun and moon as clothing,
or whatever appearance that moves us.
Passion and compassion surround us,
Invention is our mother.
When our revels are done
Our nature is to change and grow,