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American Skies

American Skies

American Skies

Before the storm, Kancamagus, White Mountains, NH

I like to be

Stranger in a Strange land

 

Like to not be

where you are from

where I’m from

Not belong

an Other

 

Mystery to you

You mystery to me

Difference is key

Other is key

 

Should I tolerate myself?

Know I deserve love?

Do I?

Who does?

What needs to happen?

 

I walk your streets and meadows

Breathe your American air

 

You don’t know me

You never will

I’m not where you’re from

But you don’t need to Know –

How can you penetrate “This” anyway?

 

It doesn’t really matter

Not important

 

Under American skies I walk

Hear the larks ruffling their wings

I’m not from here

Neither from there

 

It doesn’t matter

Always travel

At least in my mind

Can’t hold permanence

It’s not like I haven’t tried

 

People voyage into my life

I into theirs

Then out

 

Lonely? Don’t know. Can’t tell.

What’s missing? What’s wrong?

When did it start? Where will it go?

 

Stranger in a strange land

American skies

 

 

March 12th 2017, Jerusalem

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