In pews arranged in a square
neighbors face each other
all smelling of the day's hard work
and last meal.
farmer,teacher
preacher,farrier
father, brother
listening
waiting to respond.
Newcomers all, they
agree on only one thing,
one purpose to stop the work
and spend time talking.
This new world must be better
than the old. They've come too far
to go back now.
They know what's at stake as they
gauge each other's mood by tiny gestures.
I wonder who chose to sit where.
And did they discuss women and small children at these meetings?
Did they not know how to read women's tiny gestures?
Very thought provoking. Now, I wonder this same thing. Did they? Do they ever?
ReplyDeleteinteresting...there is power in the coming together you know...in the talking...in the noticing one another...in stopping the work and just being...
ReplyDeleteAhhh... Your poems always end with a beautiful and thought-provoking line. Those two questions at the end speak volumes. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
I've been here but I like your spin on the folks who came in times past.
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