Journeyman

I wondered.

A tip toeing gambler, I crossed your ravine.

Mystical answers were sought in the laughter,

Heard and felt just after,

I caught you looking at me.

I Observed.

Plundering the dregs of our tea-time meeting

I looked for prophetic verse, sown.

In broken bread, shared but unread

I heard your secrets moan.

I lingered:

In the silence of my unqualified mind;

In a woodland of promised times but

You caught me stealing, moments weeping,

On the cracked plate of your mind.

©Robert Ursell 2008