Outside

I am no longer part of the group

And haven’t been for quite some time

I’ve let my membership lapse

And when I’ve tried to return

It seems I no longer fit in

What happened

To the space to question

To doubt within belief

When did it all become so rigid?

Man-made yet held so tightly

What happened

To the open hand

Open table, everyone welcome

I wasn’t a stranger

But you ignored me

But not my money

I seek and I find

That there is no place for me

Here amongst these thousand-year-old stones

Yes, I am known and know outside these doors

Thoughts

You can never return home. Either you have changed or home has changed. Even the boats in this picture. They may sail around the mediterranean and come back to the same berth in the same harbour. But the water is different and the boat has been through some storms.