souls to squeeze in poetry

psychopomp and circumstance
praying for rain at the harvest dance
we’re liminal being oft seen askance
squeeze the shaman if you get the chance
straddling boundaries does get lonely
two-spirits at least or maybe three
they’ll charge to sit ‘neath bodhi trees
prayer or just driven to your knees?
it’s a blessing to see past binaries
a lesson in hearing The Other’s pleas
the things that can’t be answered
by heroes or the gods
the things that can’t be answered
by fate or luck or odds
the things that can be answered by you
and maybe by you only
if you can walk the line you must
even though it sure gets lonely
even though you sometimes wonder why
you also get to know
the sunrise from both sides
and in-between
that line