Pg15

In

by Rochelle Hope Mehr

The real outsider can never get in.
He feels the tug of convention
reeling him in
but he resists
the tote
and starts to float.

The real outsider can never have his day.
The closer he gets to sunrise
The farther the horizon recedes.

Away he is.
Away he will stay.
Afloat upon his bumptious boat.

Seeking the horizon.
The new day.
The heyday

Of his in-the-sun stay.
When the promised fun
Is supposed to begin.

And he can shed his chagrin.
And fit in.