First some fresh air.

All those names. Do not forget
to put the scissors in the vote of thanks.

All those names make me
tipsy, I'm alive and well-off: here sunlight
slips through the Venetian blinds over the chicken curry salad!
Those present swap quotes and couture colours. I revolve in
in the hullabaloo, roll myself in the felicitations
and am royally glazed in the quatre-mains of the day.

Surrounded by all-rounders and hand-clapping specialists
I am no longer alone.
Considerations are for later. Contaminations as well.
In the assuagement of the real needs I learn to be flexible.

I shall certainly get to know somebody.
In association after association.
I am voracious and free
and I can cry.