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