Multifaceted people, gathering together, talking,
getting to know one another.
Practical oneness beginning and ending conversations.
Starting to portray a pattern to follow, attempting
to draw closer together.
A loneness stands in the pit of each one and every
person, in their own way, develops a speech pattern
to converse with.
Stuttering and stopping, noise of voices and sudden
halting quiet.
Everyone getting up and helping to clean up or pack
their things.
A wonderful day of peace and quiet, touched by hidden
angel wings.
All go home and settle in with their families.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely observed, RoseAnn