I’m consistently intrigued by the somewhat telepathic energies of intermingled human psyches – an often unmarked or unspoken phenomenon that is nevertheless wholly present and influential.
Crowds of strangers in particular present a conglomerate of social masks; unspoken welcomes or rebuffs; acts and actualities.
As a chronic dresser-upper willing to be the only one dancing, I typically stand out in a way that can either attract or repel. I’ve adapted to this over the years by sub/consciously arranging my face in sort of a serene mask of pleasant openness.
This approach seems to me more civil than phony, but the difference is tricky to explain.
So I wrote a poem about it:
In public places I scan for eyes to meet
facades at the minimum,
possibility a further delve.
Entering where many may engage a glance
requires a face be seen,
composed in advance
All layered in shine and soul,
surfaces to unfold.
Pleasant and appealing
eyes let outward smoothly in
to reflect distanced smiles
closer at times.