Your drinks are gone
not ready to go
soon too hot to stay
He takes out chapstick
she props shades on top of head
slides her watch up, then down her arm
At the picnic table you sit
grasping at conversational straws
you point out facets of the building
things are maybe getting stressed
But it’s okay
The nature of human connection
often occurs at the crossroads of
observation and vulnerability
You’re jumping off
You’re stirring that soup
You’re peeking at the bits
They show themselves a moment,
you wildly take note:
carrots, corn, some kind of bird
Then they dive
and now they’re gone
ladle suddenly withdrawn
You got one peek this time around
this will have to do
Walk away now,
A world unto yourself
calm liquid surface that belies
a thousand raging curiosities
The impossible daily alchemy of
ground pepper, butter, salt
♦
—Jodi Vander Molen
@jvwords
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