The Silent Arbiter

I do not deny that the heat of life’s bubbly buzz is cheery But I would instead be the keen silent observer of all, The keen eye that critiques the chaotic hubbub around – The solitary judge who arbiters from the windows of a lonely soul. For a decade or so I have been in the epicenter of societal fuss, Now my turn to stand a few steps behind and watch the theatrics Of the chattering mouths that make pink the streets and markets; For I find so much pleasure in the observance of the varied graphics. So I muffle my mouth and glue my tongue upon the palate And I sit behind, and clear my eyes of mist before it’s late.