, , , ,

a newcomer

at the writing group

upsets the balance,

the pattern and flow

of read and response,

the kid glove critics

handing out biscuits

and circumspect approval.

she senses their mistrust,

an invisible wall

that must be scaled

or broken down.

she has to feel her way

past cold shoulders,

tentative, a blind person

in a maze of hazards,

nervous as a lamb

in unfamiliar pasture.