Adjusting To A High Society.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

that moment when you arrive
as the gate opens
and you are against the light
the gossipy women look at you
with all scrutiny

there are so many questions in
their faces and you are never
an answer to your rise from
anonymity

but you are attuned to this
happening and so you walk your
way towards a distant chair mix
with the dimness of the common people
and fuse with the grayness of
the usual shadows

there is silence and they savor
the moment until such time that
they become awake to the pinch of
your reality

the talking resumes, everything returns
to normal and you have all the time
to yourself

a man asks you to take your drink
and there was this clink and click
and you have become one of them
more or less