Another Place
In a London pub fingers idly play with place mats.
Wonder-lust had led them back to where they assumed they had first met.
She recalled a local vicinity a basement rathskeller, he a country Inn;
cork mats slid under wet rings.
"Do you remember meeting me at all?"
He had to readjust himself into a time and zone that once existed
in her reality but could not locate that shared location.
After much hazy thought, he replied:
There were a lot of people, you were one in a crowd. I felt your hand
in mine, and that was the beginning.
We backpacked around Europe then I led you back
to this packed tavern where place mats
are soaked in the beery residue of uncertain endings.
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