Talking
A poem about conversation
My extroverted muse is
listening intently, trying
to anticipate a gap
in the conversation
to interject with
something interesting
to say.
But, as the sun shone
on my face, the warmth
blinded me for a split
second, I couldn’t focus
on the small talk.
As important as these
words are in daily life,
and as much as I saw
smiles on everyone’s faces,
relating to one another
in a way that we haven’t
been for months during
Covid, I was side-tracked
by dancing blond babies
next to us.
As they spun around in
circles, stirring up grass,
they were painting the
cloudless blue sky with
intimate colors.
The blending of blue
and white, against fading
green background frees
everyone of expectations
in this leisurely afternoon.
When we all ease into this
life, dipping our toes
into our expressions,
despite any and all
circumstances,
we see the beauty in
taking small steps
forward in relating
to one another.
