I stand out – a head above the rest,
tall and gangly, alien accent, orange crown, and more-than-a-little odd.
I stand above, and I stand out – florescent, illuminating, and alert.
I’m an amber sunset, full of the promise of a better tomorrow.
I alarm you.
A flashing-red siren cuts through your conscience.
You hammer my head down and push me out.
I stand on the outside and look back in
and I see you
just standing there, on your island, looking out for
some inspiration – all
beacon-less and
spent.
And, at that moment, in the being out of it, and out of you, the truth astounds me –
I’m outstanding, and in the being of me, in all of my outstandingness, I was
much too much for you!
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
