Introverts Lament

How great, it must be
to get out, “in the crowd”
be the party’s life
to have a thousand
friends you see, converse with
each day

How wonderful, must it be
finding joy in the small things
finding a smile on your face
and no reason for it
passing the smile on
for the world to see

Oh to be in the sun, absorbing
the joy, being a part
wholly of the crowd
of all around you
in how it brings an
exuberance of life

How grateful I am
that I feel each moment
that I get overwhelmed by “too much”
that my scant friends are
profoundly close to me
knowing each day, is my own, and

being alone, is okay

photo and poem (c) 2015 by DC Lessoway