An invasion

Last night, a little group of ten or so

Local business men and guests

Came into the bar, and, one by one

Joined the group in the corner.

And celebrated, cheerily, not too loudly, happily.

No fuss, no bother.

Tonight a group of ten or so Americans

‘Invade’ the bar, and, slowly and surely

Expand the space they use,

And the noise they emit.

And soon, all you can hear

Is Americans.

A rising clatter.

Then one man joins, a little late

‘Hi Boss’ they called

And shake hands and slap backs

And then…..two groups.

Men to the right

Women to the left

Business and babies.

Black dress and casual

Standing to the right, sitting to the left.

Bar stools and boots

Cocktails and beers

And then slowly they mingle again;

With some men not knowing

Which group to join…..

Shuffling from right to left

Uneasy.

The group on the right

Listen intently to one man speak.

On the left, pretending not to hear

But every ear

Straining.

Who are you?

Hello, my name’s Roger. Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Do you know?

Does it show in the way you walk?

In the way you talk?

Does it come through

This you

In how you speak, or how you eat?

In how you greet

Your fellow man?

Does what you say

Say who you are?

Does what you wear

Give away this ‘you’?

Does every moment, every blink

Show what you think?

Does the inside of you show on the outside?

Does it all come gleaming through?

This inner you?

If not, you do not know…

Aah, and here’s the rub

You do not know who you are.