Thursday, 13 December 2018

Kicking the Breeze


Sitting with my son
Kicking the breeze

Time to be silent
Time to chat

The luxury of hours and days
Rather than minutes and seconds
The delight of real hugs
Not blowing kisses at skype screens

Awakening to a loved one
Padding around the flat
Filling memory banks
With rich anecdotes

Of music making
Word crafting
Thought inducing moments
Make me realise

Such conversations are a process
As ancient as the hills
As noble as Socrates
As profound as morning light
Bringing illumination

to the hurting heart

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