Angele Toomey Poetry

I am a stranger, a visitor 
A trick of the light? 
A sleight of hand? 
Trying to understand this universe as best I can 
I am a stranger here, a visitor, 
just passing through. 

Anchored in a humanity or is even those a ruse? 
There are spatial connections, a sense of home 
and of place -
these are balanced by the gaps within the space. 
And temporal associations that give rise to notions 
of community and belonging 
But I am a visitor, just passing  
collecting ideas, memories 
for the next phase of my journey. 

Occupied for now trying to decode the tricks of the light 
unravel your sleight of hand  
and the mysteries of the night.