Sense
By Bill Philip

You are together in body,
one crowd.
I am alone, one man.
But how are you linked,
SPEECH?
Some are silent.
HEARING?
Voices clash and distort.
SIGHT?
Some look the other way.
TOUCH?
You are unaware.
SMELL?
Then I am with you.
We are together in the smokey room.

© Bill Philip 2003