Chance Meeting

Chance Meeting

Feet pinched into to high stilettos.
My made up dress, made up face, made up smile.
Armed with my little scraps of rectangular identity.
My coin to barter for lunches, meetings, networking.

Clusters of professionals; fakirs of business.
Give introductions, titles and how do you do's.
We fade in and out of clusters,
cycling through prospective new ventures.

Our cocktail smiles are melting offering glimpses
of self that are beginning to peek through.
A spark of our potential compatibility;
glints off the depths of our vodka soaked ice.

Navigating the room, unconsciously together;
the din is growing in volume and speed
The hour has passed into a new workday,
we depart separately, to our individual spaces.

In our realities we steep. Reliving the movements;
the connection with a new body.
Email follow up commences. In ours,
the subject reads: Timing is everything