Pink is loud.
She sits by Green, a soft-pillow-plump sort.
Black is at the table’s end.
Has that look of everyone’s friend.
Mosaic of moms on a lunch date.
Not too far away,
Huddle White and Stripes.
Next to them
Cuddle Blue and Gray.
Kaleidoscope of couples’ dining.
Alone is Pin-Stripe.
Brief business break.
Pressed up against his seat,
Leopard print lady
Bird’s eye view,
A shifting mosaic,
Of people barely see each other.
Bumping and mumbling
Bodies and voices.
A disjointed puzzle of stories on faces,
in tones, from lips, in postures.
Nothing matches, nor need it.
So much the same, so different.
Kaleidoscope, Puzzle, Mosaic of people.
Flitting in a world not their own.
Deluded as masters of destiny,
Shifted by time and unseen hand.
One twist of dial, spin of the shaft,
Jilted, jostled, new view.