there is joy
to be had
living outside the tribe
in the distance a cocked eyebrow
can bring
soft smile on the lips
at the antics
at those performing for each other
reinforcing the control lines
chocking up the norms
that distance too
sees the kinship
grouping together as friends
family lines
the warmth in huddling together
against the cold
as you shiver in your blanket
the watcher
outsider in the dark
