Interlopers Poem by Laurence Overmire

Early in the morning, before rehearsals
A cup of coffee in the student union
Relaxing on sofas
Talking about anything and everything
Whatever came to mind, no need to
Censor random thoughts, subject
Out of taste or bounds
We were, in some odd way
Two different people, totally
In sync, engaged in the process

Of being

Human, without judgment or
Preconceived notion of right or
Wrong, somehow brought together
In this faraway place, defining ourselves
As we went, without limits
Open to the possibility
Of change in an instant
Believing that whatever happened
(Or happens) must be
Happening

For a reason.


(Previously published in Comrades, Vol.1, Issue 2, Sept.2000)