When attached to a place,
A certain company, for a long time,
It’s no easy step to meet a new face.
Your quarter, nickel, and dime
Know well how change works;
It can be as sweet as sugar, or sour as lime.
A score of time somewhere one lurks
Withholds the power and experience
To accept seeing new folks, whether angels or jerks.
That’s the code of assimilating in an audience,
Where faces turn seat-to-seat
As if to survey an area of new and one-time presence.
There are small feet, but this is no small feat
To get to know and open ourselves.
Never doubt, though, you may find someone neat!
Stories about us, stories about themselves
In a community that has something to say;
We are books that need to be dusted and read from our shelves.
Leaving the home, mystified with each day,
Us travelers hunger for blood not yet acquainted,
There’s always a new somebody not too far away.
Community: has this a picture painted?
It has always made me nervous meeting new people face-to-face, but to me it's not growth unless an uneasy feeling is felt at some point
