Stepping into my own margins
The edge of my comfort zones
Where light shines in dark corners

Entering a dimly lite pub
Where shaggy bearded men
Sit at round tables
with pints of dark ale
Men who hold very different views
These men tell their own stories
Stories of abuse, achievement,
failure, heroism, and heartbreak
Listening night after night
I can no longer see
them as wrong or even different
These stories are real, complex, confused
and beautiful.
We are all each other’s stories
as much as we are stardust
Bit players in the drama
in the inexhaustible staging of forever.

Your part is fleeting
Each part an essential moment
in the mystery of time