Country Bubba and the STEPchildren

Trying to catch up with my invisible soul in the ephemeral in between
Bungee jumping over the abyss
wobbling on wimpling wing
grounding myself in the classroom again with a dash of small town taprooms
wondering if I'm on the train again from Pottstown to Philadelphia
practicing bibliotherapy and writing myself out of the darkness
Am I the tree falling in the deserted forest or the sound of a fart in a solitary bed?