I Stepped Outside Myself
A Poem For Sunday
I Stepped Outside Myself
I put on a sweater and a
coat and a hat
And stepped outside myself.
Yes, I’d been outside before,
But never more than an arms length away
I’d been beside myself, many times,
But rarely outside myself,
And when I looked back
I saw a rather quaint, a bit old-fashioned,
A closed in gingerbreadhouse
kind of place.
But once I’d stepped outside myself
just far enough I couldn’t walk back
through that door again
though it seemed so dreadfully safe.
I walked away.
I was glad for the accoutrements as it was cold outside
and the wintry mistiness made everything seem so hazy.
Looking back I wondered if I would ever find myself again.
I shivered, and moved on.
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