dinner table

two nights ago, at that bar in town,

there were sitting

a nuclear physicist, a diplomat, a journalist,

a digital scout, an economist, and an educator,

talking about today’s wrongs and tomorrow’s ways

of making rights matter.

(perhaps it was telling

that there were more women than men representing

these professions, but much more importantly,)

it was their shared past and passion

that will tell

if privilege is an illness someone always suffers in the presence of

or luck to be leveraged.

in any case, when the night was over,

they returned to work to partake

in the ways this planet turns

and see which screws need turning

to make the exception — which our bustling situation of relation presents —

function in the face of the loneliness

that all outer space seems to consists of.