Studied Shamans in anthropology in college
interested in learning and participating in a local drum circle
saw a flier for an evening in a semi-private location
decided to come a little early to sit in and observe
followed my nose,
the incense burning Ponderosa Pine
cool air wafts around my sandals
great, I’ve literally got cold feet
still disturbed no one is here yet
I expected the “regulars” to be here in deep conversation
with me and my awkward, “hi,”
only two chairs set up
no blankets or pillows around
was I supposed to bring a yoga mat?
I wonder how we’ll see each other
beyond the turquoise vase with wild grass strands
the drum is formidable
it’s the only one
was I supposed to bring my own drum?
Finally, someone pokes his head in—
“Hello, drum circle is canceled tonight,”
Oh, that’s too bad.