I was once the odd person out
in a conversation of opinions.
Everyone else was moved by a
shared experience and said so.
I was not as moved and shared
as much.
And though no words were
uttered, I felt their energies take a collective step back.
Even in their silence, I
felt judged and found lacking.
I won't abandon myself because
of a difference in opinion.
As long as:
my heart can be opened by a
piece of music— even if only a certain section out of the entire piece
words in the middle of a book
can fill me up and in the next breath beckon me to pull up a chair and dine
again even more slowly
Mother Nature can make me smile
and strangers out in the world engaged in the big and small of life, can summon
in me unexpected waves of connection and gratitude
I think I’ll be just fine in our differences of opinion.