There was little understanding
between them and him.
What was discussed fell fallow.
Them pressed the point to him.
He knew the choice of them
and their kind, “join them or
flounder alone.”
This was not for him. He would
warm under a blanket of without,
and remain in division.
Them held strong the line, testing
him and the bounds between.
A shout from him to the clouds
Created a snap in the heavens.
He hummed a hymn, pushing
Full his voice at them, like wings
creating questions too great for
them to answer as he settled for
a peace deep within him.
Roger Singer 