Talk

Here is a poem I wrote a little while back as a response to the group I am doing telephone crisis counselling with. Each one of us has to provide an 'Epilogue' at the end of each session. I know there is a line I used before, and I'm a bit embarassed to be using it again, but it seemed to fit again. So forigve me.

Talk

 

Talk

The expression of two selves

Can be monologues in parallel

Solo soundings splitting experience

Into I and You;

Transmission but no cennection.

 

Returning to solitude

Nothing has changed:

The body remains charged,

Sprung insides still taut.

 

But see the dusting of gold on beeswings!

In vivid, blundering meetings

Transformations are set in train

and partings are such sweet celebration

 

So when you talk to me

Let us hear invitations

For intimacy

Within seperately shared experience.

You and I

Collude in change

And bring about the new,

Feeling relief and surprise

In the recognition inside