the party was in full swing
and the angels were having
the time of their eternities.
The drinks were intoxicating
with no hangover,
and the snacks delicious
and non-fattening, not that
anyone had anything to fatten.
The jokes were funny
but not cruel.
The insights and discussion
preached moderation but no one
felt they were missing out.
Some people I knew weren’t there:
had their invitations been mislaid,
or were they not on the list?
It wasn’t my list
nor my place to comment.
Although I did know so many
from their looks and books,
I said little.
I was shy. A newcomer.
I couldn’t even ask about
the transport that brought me
nor the depot where I boarded.
But I was welcome
even if the occasional flower lapel
wasn’t sure who I was
but that sorted itself out
as I expected it would.
— from Juniper Volume 8, Issue 1