SCREEN

Looking at pictures of one friend
in a crowd of strangers, they are
scheduled to become
my friends. I don’t see that
happening. Birthday gatherings
in crowded restaurants,
welcoming new friends to the area,
games in the living room, rainy days
on the pier, each water glass
on the coffee table with a coaster underneath it.
There is something I should
be missing.
Some think I’m all right, some think
I’ll never learn.

(5 June 2006)