Poem A Day
and see you all go by,
your laughter, jokes, joined hands,
the anger that burns between you.
you seem a different species
knowing the scent of your own kind.
We nudge and jostle, but the traces
do not remain
I mimic the signals
I've studied so well,
but the language is not my own.
I am the watcher in the walkway.
I do not know
if I chose
this sanctuary of separation
it chose me.
Today's prompt was outsider.