"I never chose anything but to be / Not even that at first but now day by day"

At the Crossroads of Nowhere and Everywhere for Darlene Rima Withdrawn in isolation I can say From that isolation where I have always been To this in which I learn to care and not to care No more isolated here than anywhere I can say I can see how some might choose this way And be like me given opportunity Of withdrawal from everywhere and nowhere Where a Sunday in spring can mean anything At the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere Where I am out here as I am not in there Isolated outside like the inside of me Where my inside and my outside agree With me that wherever I go I am alone Resistance futile existence beautiful too Anything can happen on a Sunday in spring Persisting since I cannot see what else to do If insightful not always easy to see Where a Sunday in spring always means something Hard to know though I know you know what I mean Elusive and reclusive and slippery In a convergence which has come to be known In the museum of its community As an artifact too fragile to be shown And so remaining in the in between Is represented here as poetry Persisting since I cannot see what else to do Where anything can happen on a Sunday in spring Resistance futile existence beautiful too Where I am out here as I am not in there Isolated outside like the inside of me Where my inside and my outside agree With me that wherever I go I am alone Though I can see how some might choose to be this way I never chose anything but to be Not even that at first but now day by day Existence reflecting its alternative Is uncertain enough that I might as well live Interesting enough that I might as well stay Where I have learned to care and not to care Where a Sunday in spring can mean everything At the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX