by on February 2, 2024 :: 0 comments

I am sorry if I lost you.
Conversations can meander
From one place to another.
Logic can seem too extreme
A way of thinking.

Sometimes you have to
Let the mind go,
Let all those words
Spill out in a flow,
Washing over the table
And everyone sitting there
Before draining onto the floor.

When I pause to come up for air,
Remind me what we were
talking about in the first place.
That might guide us both back
To safe and familiar territory
Where nods and grunts are sufficient
To get across every point
Socially acceptable to make.

editors note:

Are we back to that? Nods and grunts and, “please pass the mastodon meatlets.” – mh clay

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