Not First

gathering haiku storm clouds spitting three line rain this is not the first this is not the next figure in statue garden but one another Nor is this one next In a series of poems Closer to loose group you might stand right here or here if this feels better only you decide but now look around this may be the true First One Somehow I doubt it Certain so was I Bottom to upwardly read I was so certain try to find handle exit door painted on wall will you write me out if out ever was how did you get there just now and where are we now this is not the last verse in some linked poetry all I have to say this might be the last you hear from me forever are you listening maybe this goes first rearranged by your own mind free to move about This might be middle surrounded on every side by dreams of haiku