Experience

visualizing happiness,

as untouchable

as the laughter

outside, beyond

the grimy window.

imagining smiling

for a reason

other than trite

social expectation,

or an order.

reaching through

the space between

the others, and me,

only to encounter

an invisable wall.

retreating, not joining,

not understanding,

we are aliens,

not of worlds, but

of experience.

copyright Tamera Dobbins