Peer Pressure

Who does that? Raised eyebrows mock

There are words in my mouth

But I swallow those

And get on with my life

Calendars change

So do mindsets

I can’t connect

Their irrepressible instincts

To enter doorways

Now gone digital

Social isolation

Is not loneliness

I feel complete

In my work – thoughts

Bordering on unboundedness.

And of course…

Those disruptive people

Are only a button away

Waiting to enter doorways

To my life and thoughts

With their nosiness

Seeking validation

By inclusion

But who does that?

Eyebrows raised in mockery again

I do … I speak in audible tones

And get on with my life

They’re there… They’re gone

They’ll be back again

Meanwhile, let me strategize

How to get on with my life

Cutting through echelons

Of ever-changing customs

Styles and traditions

They’re just a passing fad

Not a phenomenon…