No need to take your shoes off for
the temple in my head for
you cannot sully
what I see:
the in and the out,
the hard and the soft,
the clean and the dirty –
who sees the distinction?
Answer that question !
Who sits on the cusp between
this and that,
seeing a difference?
Seems once I see that
line judge,
up on her high chair,
the boundaries
disassemble into their
blurred perfection;
every orb is one whole thing,
no dark side of my moon.
Life as Improv 
No dark side of the moon… profound ending to a gorgeous poem.
xx Meredith
Thank you Meredith. Raising my tea cup to you, out there!
You know they have those computerized systems now. To determine if it was in or out. Somewhere there are acres of courts cloaked in darkness, with empty judges’ chairs, yet every shot is called. (A horn chirps…) This place is obviously on the moon with no light side.
And what about hats? Can we wear hats in the temple?
I would apologize for these antics, but you started it.
Michael
This retired line judge says you are way out of line 🙂 You gift me with a big grin, this day! After careful consideration, I am thinking that I may post a sign – Kippot, sun hats, and if necessary a hard hat for the construction zones, are acceptable headwear. thinking about hats made me think of a very pedestrian curiosity I have about just what you may do in the aesthetically displeasing office building – but don’t answer, because it is fun to wonder! SO MUCH FUN to have found some kindred tribe members that jive with my particular strangeness!