Mouths moving
sounds originating
from those lips
hit my ear drums
the setting:
a chic restaurant,
appears out of focus –
like the background
of a picture
taken with a telephoto lens
then a realisation
hits from within:
everything is blurred
because I am an outsider –
I don’t belong,
I am too simple
for this atmosphere
I look at the glass of wine;
my mind before long
took me away
from the room but
soon again brought me back
- repeating it a few times
conversations were carrying on
eyes pointedly
asked for my opinion
softly I said some thing
tried to be frank
and to speak my mind
then I looked at the exit:
time to leave
and savour
my little accomplishment
of survival
