Monday, April 4, 2016

late in the day

i was invited to the table.
i don’t know i belong there.

i spend my time listening -
unsure what to contribute

to the process of consensus.
i sit in silence, waiting

for complexity to work itself out;
for simplicity to assert itself.

when i do speak i am welcomed.
i still feel like an intruder,

speaking of things i do not know -
trying to learn the language.

is this how it feels
on the inside looking in?

we are strangers to each other -
negotiating a thousand lost stories,

bringing them out one by one.
i’m not sure that’s sharing.