Last night, I was at first communion party.
I was with friends, many of them.
Some of them I had not seen in years.
That was new and fresh.
I saw a bunch of guys in their thirties and forties.
They all have gray hair and graying beard.
Some have belly hanging above their thighs.
Most wear focals they call reading glasses.
I saw big houses, I mean big houses; everyone has one.
Houses so huge I feel tired at the simple idea of touring them.
They would fit seventeen apartments the size of mine.
Houses with three-car garages and five TV sets actually in use.
I saw women I no longer recognize.
Some I had not seen since the day they were brides.
I felt estranged, intimidated by their maturity and demeanor.
They are too far from the women I have on dates.
I saw teenagers ?hanging around?.
Much taller than I am, than we all are.
Speaking a lingo, not my language?
They came to kiss or handshake as the progeny of my friends.
I saw this and wondered if that place is where I should be.
I went home late at night and hit my library.
No book or treaty had the answer to my quest.
What I saw is what I saw.
(OdlerRobert Jeanlouie, Sunday, May 05, 2002)
05-05-02, 12:04 PM
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