Half a circle of heads

Grey,Black,Graying

staring,staring,staring

at two narrators

reciting poetry

They’re against the wall

but aren’t afraid.

Our companion was lost

I don’t understand the poetry

Space Gulliver they said

A senior looked around

At me? At walls? At doors?

There is wisdom to be heard

If I listened

But I wish I spun like a circle