Northern Lights Poem by Wes Thompson

some things are too big
too big to understand
and it's frightening
just sitting here
pretending to look like
a functional human being
and every now and then
remembering not to stare
too long
because people get uncomfortable
they're all so uncomfortable
and our differences
shine like the pretty little things
in the simple mid-day sun
that I like to find on the ground
when no one else wants them
they can live in the shoe box
I keep in my closet
until they are ready
but I am still waiting