The Middle

I was born out of a woman other than my mother. In the middle of Michigan. In the middle of the 20th century. When I was very young every day seemed as a new poem to me, extending outward from the center of the universe. As I grew, I discovered I was an average guy in an average place and time, as we all are, great wars not was standing. Sometimes I wonder if I was the only poem my biological mother ever wrote, or, was I the only war she ever fought? There could've been others. How would I know, stuck here in the middle as I am… a poem, a war, found in the middle of nowhere. I long to return to the center of the universe.