Table

I’m sipping tea
Observing a dozen
Women at one long
Table each voice
Waiting a turn
Softly richly
Varied but
Separate
Conversations
Woven together to
Form a buzz like a
Beehive each a
Unique part of
A table with
A dozen or
So ladies
Politely
Aware
Of the room
As I am but still
Part of a dance
Of voices that
Rise and fall
Laugh they
Are the
CPU
Of our
Univac
Universe
Charming
Company tho
When one lady
Asks me how I am
All chatter ceases
I lift my teacup
Smile wave
Hello
Buzzing
Resumes.