people watch others
through little wedged instants
that open between them
in a crowded room
the odds of seeing
someone looking back at you
are slim to none
unless you stare
even when there is
no curious flare
of eyes looking back
feigning nonchalance
or looking away
at the instant of connection
is a coward’s game
lock in
stand
cross the gap
be someone else’s
wedge of insight
for a moment
drop the disguise
say
hello
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
