Saturday Conversations
In the last hour
I drank mediocre coffee in a local café
And recounted blueberry pancakes in another
In the last hour
I spoke with a friend --
She shared a truth I needed to hear
In the last hour
I listened (for a change) and resolved
To construct a plan (for change)
In the last hour
I heard a grandfather teach his young granddaughter
That he hadn't asked the question because he was upset with her
In the last hour
I repositioned myself as the sun filled the table
And began to warmly blind me
In the last hour
I thought about how love is blinding too
And how our eyes adjust with truth and change and probing questions
Love the photo. So few words, such big thoughts
Posted by: Jone | 03 December 2006 at 23:19
Wow...this photo is gorgeous. The poetry too--so much said in such a small span of words.
Posted by: Delia | 03 December 2006 at 17:36
this is so good, Susan, made me sigh :-)
Posted by: bb | 03 December 2006 at 10:00
One busy hour- one quiet bench. Nice combination.
Posted by: ren.kat | 03 December 2006 at 09:51
I really liked this post; words and image.
Posted by: Melba | 03 December 2006 at 08:26