There once was a poet named LJC Who went to the edge of the earth to be sure what was what and decipher the signs about life, about death, about crossing the lines, About crossing her Ts about dotting her Is, what gargantuan tasks, truly epic in size. But what else could she do? She lost some perspective, and life interfered with a different objective! That’s about it, since there’s no telling how things will play themselves out, in the here and the now. Hang on for the ride; it’s too late to jump ship, grab your lunch and your knapsack and relish the trip! house (not mine, but maybe!)