They told me I should get out more.
See new people.
I’d never meet anyone
sitting in the house.
So, I thought,
I’ll try it -
but I’ll go alone.
In case I hate it,
I can just go home.

I bought a ticket
to a Beethoven concert.
The music was beautiful
and I realized I had to quit smoking,
not for health reasons.
Standing alone at intermission
having a cigarette
is terrifying.
So I just went home.

Signed up for a class in Tarot.
Each student at the table
had a crystal (don’t touch it!)
as big as a fist.
The instructor had three.
Before I found a crystal
that spoke to me,
I just went home.

There was the Over-Forty Singles Club.
An elderly man asked me to dance,
which surprised me.
I saw him come in.
He could hardly walk.
But he was sporting an erection
which would have shamed a 20 year old.
I just went home.

I went to a town board meeting.
There was a motion on the floor
to buy the Police Department a coffee pot.
 
After it was seconded and passed,
they argued for an hour.
Before I bought the cops a pot,
I just went home.

At the Consciousness Raising Center,
a good place to meet interesting people,
I was assigned to a group
which explored protections from spirit entity invaders.
I didn’t know they were out,
and before one of theirs invaded me,
I just went home.

Visited a widows support group.
They cried a lot.
The lecture for the evening was on how to write a check,
and the mystery of the bank statement.
Before I started to feel too superior,
I just went home.

At the Council On Foreign Relations,
a fat banker from Citicorp
mesmerized the audience with information
on the Chinese monetary  situation.
Before I announced it had been in all the papers,
I just went home.

I have not found my niche yet