Europa Poets' Gazette No. 74

A Bit Of A Chat
You said:
We need to have a talk
I said:
Will this be
a walk along the beach without shoes,
feeling how soft our feet have
become over the long winter,
kind-of-a-talk?
Will this be
a climb up
a wooden hill, the deepening
of our breath making words
slow and considered,
kind-of-a-talk?
Will this be
a sit in a coffee shop
our heads drawn close over
the steam and milk-comfortable cups,
making a special little world,
kind-of-a-talk?
Will this be
a deep and meaningful,
look into my eyes session
that demands I search my soul
and memory for the truth,
kind-of-a-talk?
You said:
No, my dear, this will be a sitting
at the table with pens and diaries,
trying to co-ordinate the demands
of the coming week,
kind-of-a-talk.
© Tim Heath October 1, 2007