out shined
April 8, 2014 § 17 Comments
I claimed my latte
thanked the barista
and “‘scuse me”‘d
past two young mothers
to get to
my favorite table
after setting
my space correct
I geared up for that first
palette scalding sip
and heard one mom ask
“what do you think
they are talking about?”
I couldn’t
help but look
in the direction
of the kids,
thinking
there was a lot more
going on here than just
your typical pedestrian
drool and babble
their eyes never
left each other,
conversation, as it were,
rising and falling,
punctuated by laughter,
and long silences,
like a couple of retired friends
comparing lifetimes
in the trenches
and how to make good
with what they had left
so there they were, I imagined
one, going on
about his stint
as a pre-somethingness
translator of trances,
determining
the weight
of invisibility
the other, colorfully
describing her time
as collator
of deep space rhythm –
which she demonstrated
with fervent slaps
on the tray of her high chair
knowing that, soon,
they both would forget them
again for while
I took that sip,
got out my pen
reached for a napkin,
and tried to come to grips
with the fact that these two
were way
more interesting
than I was or
was my position
as re-arranger of cafe
tabletops and notator
of the absurd
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
Wow that is a good poem 🙂
Thanks Ina!
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
Fred Whitehead is from Buffalo, so I already feel a kindred connection having lived there for more years than anywhere else. I think his poetry is worth diving into. Please send your ‘Likes and Comment’ directly to Fred’s site. Thanks >KB
Thank you!
You are entirely welcomed. >KB
Fred we have been tappdancing around each other for a while. I really liked this piece , there have been many others . I hope you don’t mind I re-posted this. >KB
Not at all, thank you. Hope to meet you at a Buffalo reading sometime
I live in Tennessee now. No chance of getting to Buffalo. Besides I’ve done my time there. Used to work at Coles and went to the University, but lived off the strip on the west side. >KB
I’m in South Buffalo. Maybe I’ll make it to Nashville again one of these days
If you don’t mind dogs (3) your welcomed. >KB
Well observed Fred! There is something timeless and international in that scene and in your lines.
Thanks John!
This is great. Poetry brought about by the normalcy of life.
Thanks!
Excellent! I often watched my children chattering away to each other and wondered what they were saying. Thank you for a lovely poem.
Thank you!
Thanks!