Poetry

A little talk

You want to go deep
But sneer talking about the weather
You want the real stuff
But don’t hear the question
“Am I safe here?”
You’re missing it 

It might rain later
Life falls from heaven!
And it’s so hot my 
Tomatoes are lost
Losing track of time
And I might lose myself

I say, “eh, I’m fine, but 
things are hard, you know?”
And you rush past it
To the next big thing
I say, “hangin’ in there. And you?”
Seen on Thursday, 6:35 p.m.

Small steps forward,
Big steps back 
Marbles in the jar and out
With an ache of vulnerability
A meme, a text, a question
To break the ice

Attempts to connect
Passing by unnoticed
Hearts on the line
Desperate to be seen
While you’re waiting for 
Real life to start

What if weather is a wonder?
What if trust is built 
In small conversations 
In gentleness and interest
In reciprocation and relief and “me too”
Where more is said than words.