This Intricacy – Poem

This Intricacy – Poem
A poem by one of our readers, Lee Thomson. Are you a Budding Poet? Have your poem published in MiNDFOOD magazine too.

 

This intricacy in our small recess

In this winter room

Has a magnetic constant current

Lightly swirling in our domestic world.

We sit in our small sitting space

Hammered into the corner

By habit, sealed together

By habitual esteem.

You. On the sofa with the

Green and silver leaves;

A pushy purchase, by me

A special deal from Hunters.

Me. Perched in the armchair,

Some family leftover, recreated

In months of upholstery classes.

I swing back in the chair

Knowing its small subtle irritation.

We look fondly at one another.

From lovers to parents, we grow

Into our ionised selves.

The coffee machine on the

Kitchen altar, approached in

Sacrosanct movements.

2 cups each, our smiles of satisfaction

Ease through old manners

and customs over krema.

A good brew. A good day.

We discuss our sons, our friends

Arrive at estimates of what we

Already know and speculate

On the hidden. Our silences

Are companionable. What is time

In this little reckoning,

The merest measure,

the swing and pull

of shifting shadows and passing time.

 

LEE THOMSON

Dunedin, NZ

 

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