I love that you say you like limbo at the start-as a practicing catholic, I never understood what people got uptight about-it's like the lounge at the airport where you wait to get your shit together before the final flight, and, quite frankly, I always need extra time to do just that, lol. I liked this poem alot.
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
Limbo has always been a strange, mysterious thing. Well written.
Mary