Different Is Just Different
He’s tall and muscular
and sports a short gray beard.
He is there every Sunday.
Often, he stands near
the church’s jazz band, moving
in rhythm with the music.
Maybe he is wearing a
sleeveless, horizontal stripe
pink and white sundress
with neon pink stockings,
perhaps wedge heels edged
with pink, or buckles,
small pink purse hanging
over his shoulder, and
of course, a hat, sometimes straw,
sometimes, a la Minnie Pearl,
with a conspicuous price tag.
Musically gifted, intelligent,
and a devout Christian,
not dressed for shock or show,
he is completely comfortable
living in his own skin,
which is as it should be.
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