The People Next Door

 Those folk at the crack of dawn
are in the conference room
next to our office
come in grinning, hugging,
seeming so glad to see everyone,
even when the introduce themselves.
They circle up, start a formal meeting
exactly on the hour. They read
and talk, laugh and sometimes cry
then, an hour gone, circle up,
do some kind of chant and start the hugs
once more. A sign labels them
as Overeaters Anonymous
but they're every size and shape.
Sometimes I want to go in
if only for the love.