We all shared the good fortune
Of being White in America,
Sentient, able to enjoy
Each other’s company.
Old enough to not be embarrassed
By a seating arrangement
That featured women occupying
One half of a round table, men opposite.
Two small, white, fuzzy dogs
Offered friendship to all.
Conversation flowed easily.
Pat spoke of travel to Vietnam.
An insatiable journeyer,
Pat thought Vietnam her most inspiring trip,
Yet her list of experiences seemed to fall short,
Of magic.
But her recollections did speak
Of adventure and change,
As though she had found something transcendent,
A place of real sounds, real color and real people.
Men speak of sports,
Safe subjects, testing yesterday’s recall.
When did Gibson pitch?
Will Tiger make it back?
I’m older then the others,
An observation without weight.
At least I wish to think
That I could play shortstop with anyone here.
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