What's Going On invited us to focus on an event that was (or would be) a break from everyday routine. One with friends.
Sacred air
We settle on worn wooden chairs
with soft satin cushions.
Sunrays tiptoe across the floor,
casting playful rainbows
on polished surfaces.
We’ve left the chaos outside
rushing traffic, wailing sirens,
a world tangled in turmoil.
You warm your hands
around a hot cappuccino
in the hush of a friend’s company.
Daily this and that’s spill out
like soft splashes of coffee.
Words flow freely.
Stories deepen.
Then the mood shifts.
You tease, gently,
as your friend
measures her sugar like a scientist.
She takes the bait
we chuckle in harmony.
The cafe lights up.
Time dissolves.
You land in this soft place
and pull out a poem
from your pocket.
With a trembling voice,
you reveal your truth.
Together, you sink into silence.
The light dims.
The day exhales
having inhaled sacred air.
How lovely! I love the truth-telling poem becoming a sacred rite!
ReplyDelete...this morning I was working in the garden and when I became tired I sat in my chair!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of leaving the chaos outside and getting together around coffee. I also loved the idea of someone revealing their truth…sounds like a wonderful heartfelt conversation!
ReplyDeleteI felt like I was in that circle of friendship as I read. How beautiful it feels to share in such safe, sacred space.
ReplyDeleteYou land in this soft place
ReplyDeleteand pull out a poem
from your pocket.
it's wonderful when a voice can be found through a poem....
How beautifully and delicately you describe the evolution of a comfort zone large enough to let in a poem.
ReplyDelete"Sunrays tiptoe across the floor,
ReplyDeletecasting playful rainbows
on polished surfaces."
This foreshadows the deepening steps of the visit from coffee through the daily to the poem, truth and "The day exhales / having inhaled sacred air." Indeed, I felt I was in this sacred air as I read your poem.
That comfort zone, the quiet exchange of truths... beautiful moments.
ReplyDeleteThe air is indeed sacred when friends gather and pour their heart out in joy and contentment.
ReplyDelete"as your friend
measures her sugar like a scientist."... Ha, our experience too.
A beautiful friendship when you can share your true feelings in a poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a magical moment when truth feelings are revealed.
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