The taboo jumped over the moon
made meaning
jumped hoops
spoke the word "lonely"
on the road to collective action
at Soda Creek.

Silenced voices
wove threads of self/other
transgressed boundaries
bounded fences
left their bindings
declined blinders.

My happenstance community
shared laughter and grit
sidestepped small talk
told insider stories
negotiated us from them.

We wept
disclosed identity themes
authored collaborative text
ate potluck
for once, not having to ask
" Is anybody out there?"