For Sunday Whirl: Wordle #24
Each one can remember
a time of being fearful,
of being lost, alone.
They gather in this circle,
each face turned away from a life
cobbled half hazard together in past.
Myriad concrete barriers that once
held them apart from one another,
now melted away by mutual agreement.
A bit like attending church,
though they might protest
that simple definition.
Mostly they talk, tell stories
of adventures they’ve had since
last meeting. Each one alert,
watching for signs of distress
in others, opportunity to give
caring support to well loved friend.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/2/11
Notes: For whatever reason, I was focused on the idea of group and wanted to make this one as anonymous as possible, thus universal and representative of the human need to gather, congregate, to belong. This reads far more like prose than poetry.