Inspiration {in poetry}

“The Stranger”

by Marilyn Maciel

In what ways am I a stranger to life?

I am a stranger to...

tightropes and chafing dishes and

holding lizards and reading poetry

out loud and rock-climbing and

yodeling and wearing my clothes

backwards and dissecting frogs

and roller coasters and bungee-jumping

and political speeches and

shaving my head and playing

country music and studying for

a degree and hitchhiking and 

scuba diving and writing a novel

and giving birth and running a

marathon and getting a

Brazilian wax and eating brains 

and driving cross country and 

owning my own business and

brandishing a weapon and wearing

contacts and winning a Nobel

prize and traveling to Africa and

going to prom and baking a

pie and shooting a film

I must remind myself that life

is not a stranger to me...

it is I who make myself

a stranger to it.

{Lets all agree to make sure 'life' isn't a stranger, shall we?}