Life And Belongingness Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the place where i live
the norms are always against me.

when i start to fish, they say
we do not need fish here.
when i change attire for hunting
squirrels, they shake their head,
it is not allowed.

everything they say to me always
carries with it my protestations.
the place is simply horrible for
my usual existence. They say i do
not belong here. But they also do
not tell me where? I guess, it is
just my own problem. I am no one,
I am nowhere. I am not synchronized
with their time. A broken gear.
A lost screw. A non-functional machine.

But i do not really mind. I have
my imagination I am creative and that
is where i must belong.

Into thinking, into an invention.
A discovery. Into the future.