I was chatting with a long time, but not
Intimate friend. I extended my usual
Asking of the family. This one time she
Spoke, without constraint.
She told of grown children, still not grown, of
Broken marriages, of debt and
Desperation. Illness of mind.
Pain lasting decades.
Pain, not always hers, but that which she
Witnessed to the point to taking on.
And she told of supplying aid, but
To no avail.
So soft and in such short words, she spoke,
There was no need to elaborate.
I knew. I knew in my own world.
I knew and could only utter a low, almost inaudible
Response, ‘Yeh.’ ‘Yeh.’ my mouth hardly moving.
A dialogue in monotone.
There we were two worn women, telling what didn’t need
To be told, but must be shared to be endured. We
Were in voice, barely a whisper, not looking at each other,
But in stares, out into the space of our ever-reaching time.
‘Yeh’, I murmured.
Then she took charge, as each of us must do.
She talked of music recitals, of meal preparations,
Of waiting for the future. And she went on her way.
And I went on mine.
Audio of Knowing
This fall, October 25, 26 and 27 there will be an art tour and sale, Open Studios of Beavercreek. I hope that you plan now to attend. This is a twice a year art show, sale and scenic drive. There are 12 studios and 28 artists that will be offering their works to the public. Please join me at my studio where you will books, cards and maybe a surprise or two. Simply download a map from www.OpenStudiosOfBeavercreek.com We are stop number one. Come join the Patterson's for a visit, tea and cookies and let me read some poetry to you. Watch for more information in the next Causerie. skp
Dear Readers, I've actually had a request for more tea poetry on The Causerie. It's true. So, a little bit more often, I will dig into the archives and post some of the lovely tea poetry that got me started on this whole writing thing. Hope you enjoy it. skp