Outskirts Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being surrounded by people, living in a cocoon anyway,
not letting them get to me as I stay on the outskirts
of their lives on purpose.

Watching and learning from them, being tempted to write
their foibles poetry, heroics, pain and suffering, into
poetry, all of it has meaning in annals of time.

Also, in the future of American literature, amazing facts
and directions coming to light during all moments of life,
sensations taking me into depths of every moment.

Leaving me breathless, looking for the next episode to come,
always taking steps into a bluened light, seeing the Divine
in every single thing I see, do and take place in.

Changing, rearranging, taking it all in stride, being able
to adapt to anything and everything that may happen in this
earthly life.