There is a place not far from here,
sitting on the edge of town.
It calls to me across the miles,
like a siren or a clarion call…
I cannot resist my curiosity,
a compulsion welling from within,
to seek this place of gathering,
to understand this whim…
So I drag myself out to my car
slip it into gear
and follow the road that leads who knows where
out on the edge of town…
Long before I arrive, I sense the others there,
each led by their own compulsions,
their own urges,
their own reasons to be near…
I feel the giddiness that permeates the space;
the restless energy pervasive,
pulls me ever closer to that place.
A reckless undertone puts me on guard
that not everyone is true.
Hiding something behind the masks they wear,
uncertain if it’s hope or fear.
Traffic thickens as I approach,
surprised by how many have been “called,”
worried now that it can’t be real
however sure I might have been.
Neon lights blaze from the place
so bright they hurt my eyes.
But illuminating nothing really
in the moonless, starless night.
A storm smell weighs upon my senses,
a pressure of impending rain.
Cold chills race down my spine
chasing away the heat of daze.
A golden glow on the horizon,
a hint of dawn? Or dusk?
Feeling so completely disoriented now,
I can’t tell east from west?
A kind driver in the long line of oncoming cars
allows me to cut in front.
Turning left, I enter
what appears to be a parking lot…
So very many people here now
some headed in, and some out.
A parking space opens up before me,
so I gratefully pull in.
Getting out of my car I realize
how heavy everything is…
The air is dense and hard to breathe,
each step a measure of will.
Feet dragging in the dirt
too gravity bound to even lift.
I should be happy I tell myself
like everyone else is pretending to be.
But all I feel is weakness
and trembling in my knees.
The door looms large in front of me,
a line queues out in front.
A headless snake meandering
in this dusty nowhere lot.
And finally I see the sign
flashing in and out.
Some bulbs lit while others fade,
the name difficult to make out.
I stare thoughtlessly, giving my inner sight free rein,
to decipher and fill in the cryptic code
dancing in the patterns of light…
“Ahhh, I see. I get it now,”
I whisper into the wind…
“Transitions is the name of this place!
I guess that explains it All!”