Table Talk #3



The window to your world dulled

with unconscious residue.

The present conditioned by the past.


Sometimes, the machinations of life clutter, clog and stall. 

You can’t tell the main course from dessert. 

Time for an aperitif; a timeless moment

before clearing the table and beginning again.


I like what I see, my future in me.

As my thoughts turn to infinite possibilities

the days grow longer now with winter passing

2 comments on “Table Talk #3

  1. Thanks Kat: phone’s been down and internet sporadic to comatose for the last two weeks so this is the first comment on Table Talk I’ve seen. Don’t you just love rainy season. I have one more poem seated at the table.


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