Walking by the house MUSIC pumping out to the street
Sing along, catch the beat
See the dances moves
Through the window
Can you guess?
Dare you INFER?
Dinner prep underway
It’s a beautiful day
Smell the ONION
Do the salsa
Set the table
Join me
if you are able!

Georg’ann

Lunch on the Pier

Indoors, reprieve from the sun
bustling yet surprisingly relaxed
Tables shared, chairs given
You and I sit at right angles
Laughing at the volume
of grease on the paper PLATE

SOUND of diversity all around
So many languages
each a piece of music
whose composers are not KNOWN to me

Tying language to lunch,
we’ve just learned that in Algonquin
this city’s name is related to ONION

All day surrounded by bodies
shapes, colors, and adornments
as varied as the cityscape,
integrated in this place

the tour guide stated: Walk
pay attention to what surrounds you,
look at the world differently
with each step, notice
He said it made him feel hopeful to do so

Sitting here laughing over grease stains,
surrounded by strangers, noticing
I, too, feel hopeful

Heather