An Outsider

The struggles of an introvert.

Sunday morning, a quiet time of socialization.

A man riding a bike with his son,

A group of teenagers laughing.

People, slowly emerging from their

Homes, meeting with other people, socializing.

Clusters continue forming into the day

With a life of their own,

An aura that encloses.

Words floating freely in the air,

A few can be caught here and there,

But non directed at me.

 

I approach, of age of mine, a boy and a girl, talking.

Twenty yards, fifteen, ten, I push on through.

Five yards, I stop, they look

With expectation.

I falter …

 - "Where can I find a toilet" -

The boy points, the girl smiles, I go on my way.

Swatting at the words that brush my face

There are the toilets

I keep on walking.

Two birds chase each other in a tree

Squawking and screeching

I wish I was in my bed.