* * *
somebody invited nobody over for company
yet somebody always felt lonely
somebody could have invited anybody
but chose not to and thought nobody
was easier to entertain than anybody
nobody was never difficult and never spoke
(out-of-turn, at all or otherwise)
of course somebody knew this choice
was an uncomfortable consequence
of minor personal convenience
* * *
I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round
his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I
swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them,
and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
~ From: I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman