Meetings
A poem by Harvey Gillman
And so we sat down together.
We shared understandings, misunderstandings.
We hoped for definitions, but did not find them.
We brought questions, long sculptured
in the studios of our days,
and tried to chisel meanings
in the workshops of our nights.
We wanted some response, oh some response.
Perhaps some came, somehow.
Some illumination, some passing cloud.
Some thunder came and departed
echoing our confusion. We shared
impossible thoughts, unbelievable words,
nightmares and daydreams.
We dared a touch of recognition.
Now we shall take leave of each other.
We shall bear on our shoulders,
sacks of reflections, suitcases of silence,
as heavy and as light as Christmas presents.
One day we shall unwrap them:
a kaleidoscope, a fountain,
a waterfall of glory,
all shades of the rainbow –
when the heart is ripe like an apple
and the season is golden and ready.
Oh give us the ripeness.
Oh bless us our seasons.
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