Misfit

I had poetry on my mind the other day. I wish I had pulled over and wrote it down because I am rarely moved to poetry, but in the moment - it seemed to be the only form of expression. I hope it comes back. Was it about things changing in an instant? Was it about the bear? Was it about money? (probably).

A bear is roaming these parts.

Misdirected.

Afraid.

The people and the bear.

Where are our Superheroes?

Those with the strength of steel.

That can leap buildings in a single bound.

A family of Incredibles?

I dreamed once of a hero

Who looked very very weak.

And no one realized

He was very very

strong.

He carried no weapon.

He was not very fast.

He didn't even stop evil in the nig

ht.

He was part of a band of misfits, as heros usually go.

...to be continued.