I feel enlightened!

Not to your truth,
But to mine!

I found my switch,
And turned it on – finally –
And the circuitry,
All seems to be in order!

Stripped of membership,
In the Criers’ Club!
In the Searchers’ Club!
In the Desperate Club!
In the Compromisers’ Club!

The clubs with so much art,
And poetry,
Written for them…

By them…

Thrown into the minority of the Happy!

Almost missing the camaraderie…

All the abundant, sorry, loose particles…

I think of them fondly now and again.

But prefer to keep my distance,
For now,
And again.