Wanting to be heard
Egotistically, I
Embarrassed the calendar.
You merely went inward.
Now in the hands
Of another,
A different matter
Tentatively opens.
Access, access.
The rights of a third:
That freshet of being
Still between us.
Our words start hopefully.
Beyond them, the river plumes;
The city ferry
Glides out on the day.
And I want to sing —
Your wish and my wish!
Marvellous!
When I went shouting —
Somewhere in the city,
Just today,
We’ll have coffee,
Quietly, quietly.