Paranormal Normal

I knew normal growing up.

Maybe I didn't feel normal
or know how to act normal,
but the rules were set and I knew
pretty much what they were but
just as surely I had no capacity 

to do that, be that. 

Then I found folks who read tarot
or runes, spoke of past lives, 

heat from spirits, read auras. 

Normal trembled, shuddered, swayed.

Like sorting out God from arcane pictures,

from childhood jury-rigging, 

from hardheaded stubbornness,

I found I could define my own,

make my normal. Sometimes,

in wrapping my head around truth,

I find a paranormal normal.

Always, though, the plethora
of soul mates I've found in rooms
of recovery, make a paranormal
cloud around me, a love between
strangers or old pals, making a normal
beyond my wildest dreams. How
paranormal is that?