Crutches of courtesy,
pillars of perfunctory,
sailing past small-talk,
we finally bring ashore
the vessel of interacting
with fellow beings,
that's often, lost at sea
The cause of great distress
yet non-concern,
to the most,
lost to the art
of just being
Eye-to-eye contact,
body language un-giving,
phrases and cliché overused
Climate and global warming
tired of being
the icebreaker between
two fellow humans
who find silence
a sentence to reckon with
worse than the sentences
blabbered out
without connection or meaning
Brushing past awkwardness,
rushing through anything
remotely bearing
a semblance of conversation
or profundity
All the languages and lexicons
left to gape gawking,
at a loss for words
at being relegated to nonchalance
by the non-conversations
most are happy not having
With these thoughts darting
between my ears
I'm going over a crisis
very non-unique,
as I see on my way walking my dog,
on any day run-of-the-mill,
any month, season or year ordinary,
a fellow human appear
in the field of my vision,
heading toward me
Should I just take out my phone
and stare at its screen pretending busy?
Or betray a smile and a nod to go with it
at the fellow-human who soon will
cross my path pretending occupied
on a phone he doesn't carry
And I can't figure still
why my dog appears so excited
to see someone his species or mine?
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