I am a stranger,

so very strange,

in the town I live in

today, in the circle

and support group

I inhabit and even

if you look at my old

school report card

for Religious Education

during third year;

it will simply be scrawled,

who is Ian Hall?

I am a stranger, no sense, full of nonsense,

known only for dreadful dress sense

occasionally,

I am the stranger in my own thoughts,

I am the stranger lost in my own concept

of belief, no notion of who I am, of reflection.

I am the stranger in town, the alien

in my stomach

where I left Tori’s bowling ball; forever

the outsider, forever

the unfamiliar.

 

Ian D. Hall 2017