Sunday, April 28, 2019
The Outsiders––Poem by Dorothy
The Outsiders
We tend to look
much like the others.
We walk with the same hesitation
or else perhaps vibrant step.
We go to the same
schools,
write on the same subjects,
sing in the same choirs.
But sometimes they know
that we are different,
as if we are aware of something
beyond what the others
command.
They look on us
as odd, strange,
a bit eccentric.
They think we have unusual
hobbies,
follow strange beliefs,
bow to secret gods.
Not until we leave
and our papers explain
do they realize
that we were the other,
the ones from elsewhere
who mingled
unnoticed for so long.
Only then do they understand
the look in our eyes,
the distant gaze, the intent focus,
as if we were listening
to a song
they did not hear.
Dorothy Walters
April 26, 2019
