Summer Episcopalians
        – notes from an introvert

By Thomas R. Moore

They are more self-confident than I,
and even though I’m one of them,

they rattle me when I overhear their spiels
in deli about imported Swiss before

choosing Champagne Brie, or when
the women, white-haired, blue-blooded,

chat so self-assuredly in coffee and tea,
their crisp tennis dresses showing

their pedigree with baskets full of organic
pears, natural chicken thighs,

and English breakfast tea. The men
are clean-shaven with jaws that say

prominent, sailing tans melding
into winter’s Merlot seas. Their

faces are almost names. I dodge
into canned vegetables and flee.