it was Sunday dinners with family and friends…bottles of wine…front-porch chats…music played…watched…only watched…

songs sung off-key…no pitch…notes stretched…never a chord struck…the clan had spoken…you’re out…

so…i watched from afar…mouth closed…laughs on cue…talk when spoken to…ideas kept…a foriegner…not blood nor kindred spirit…just a stranger in a strange land…

transitions…

and we go from dance to dance to dance…observing the floor…listening…looking for a partner…sticking to the punch bowl…collecting what along the way…

these choices are made…