In or out or in-between

I attended a clergy quiet day today.  Somehow it fit me.  I am not in the group, nor am I out of it.  Of course, as always, some might disagree.  It is Holy Week and I am not preaching, exactly, except here.  My congregation is in the world, at DCC or in my office.  I am hopeful of the job possibility which I will find out about soon.  It seems as though I am kin to the duck lady across the way.  We spread corn or words or possibilities with the sunrise.  Both of us stand on the edges.

While I am no longer

Part of the in-crowd,

I am not exactly out

Either.

I continue to stand on the edges

Yet still

Connect to the whole.

My feet are firmly planted

Somewhere recognizable.

When I speak

My voice is heard as one

From a neighboring land.

I am the duck lady

Of the Diocese.

Daily

I spread corn

From my backyard

Across the way.

Some people know my name.

Most don*t anymore.

Still I stand

On the edges.

I throw out corn

Every morning.