Wandering Among Words

I’ve been there

Those moments where

I just don’t quite belong

In the clatter and the chatter

Of the blithe and carefree throng

I’ve been where

Faces long and grim

Demand a somber glance

When all I really long to do

Is cheer and sing and dance

Words are not

Judgmental

They neither pick nor choose

But meld into our pondering

In a thousand nameless hues

I like it here

The atmosphere

Is charged with nothing more

Than perfect possibility

Of what a-waits in store

© Janet Martin