Their Weird Is Our Norm

Things are happening which are deemed crazy by others In my family, their crazy is our norm, so I keep quiet. Not wanting to out my relatives or myself. The more they talk of the “weirdness” which they disbelieve, the more I feel the temperature of my face rise. What is the matter? Someone says. You are all pink. I excuse myself, pretending I am sick. Wondering why we are in the know When so many others have no idea Worse, make fun of things that are our norm. Maybe I have fallen in with the wrong crowd. I dust my sandals off and skate to the beach. Searching high and low for kindred spirits. They are waving at me from every direction. Souls who recognize I can see their light.