The Quiet Conquerers

Four strangers sit across from one

another in a packed room,

where talking and words pulled

from a written script are expect

to be clearly heard.

It'll stay this way for a while

until they're comfortable

enough to strike up a talk

on their own, but until then

there they sit with each other

throwing and catching glances

yet not one utters a word.

They don't know each other,

obviously...

but a connection exists in the air.

The glances speak volumes of their interest in each other, the thoughts

are such as these, lingering in their heads:

I wonder what stories you carry.

Are your dreams parallel to mine?

What would you say is paramount

to you always?

Do you always wear a smile?"

The teeth come apart in something of

a social attempt.

Sadly, the throat and lips never cooperate so the tongue is made to stay.

Time is up,

Time to call it quits

for the evening, until next Friday

promptly at five for the silent

socializers of this introvert club

who understand all too well that

introversion will take a while

to overcome, however to that end, they'll

work till they're there.