Twenty-four people,
Two rooms apart;

A jury selection,
A criminal court;

Each one a stranger
The others don’t know;

Then after some hours,
Affinity shows.

Everyone hungry,
By mid-afternoon,

Sitting, yet still,
Inside a locked room.

“You look familiar.
Have we met before?”

One by one, some leave,
Seen no more.

Jury Selection,
Behind a closed door;

Twelve stay behind,
Where once, Twenty-four.

We might meet,
On some street, a fore,

Where each we will greet,
but simply ignore,

Forgetting how human
we were for an hour.

“Your face seems familiar.
Had we met before?”

Selective Perception,
In Social Décor.

©2015, Marvin Welborn
9 May 2015.