I Met Clara

Sitting at a table I met a woman of ethical means

Surrounded by trees, warm, green, contrast

Arrives this woman, vibrant, driven, the silence broken a little

Jousting through early minutes of introduction

We drink coffee, pass small talk until questions

Discussion opens into opinions, directness 

I detect maybe anger, low levels, guiding her discourse

At me? No, more my history, even so I feel safe, respect, honesty

This woman seeks answers, juxtapositions, balance

Not agreement, this may not happen, like earth and moon

Maintaining orbit, revolving not to meet, worlds will not collide

I like this just met woman, such are few, determined, always listening

Then delivering herself, honesty, clarity, some angst of course, this is meeting is new

And as we talk, my past comes forward, not considered for some time

Finding ease to voice my thoughts, reflecting her ethics, me with mine

Refreshing, calming, challenging of course, we both ask questions

We share our worlds a little at a time, slowly accepting opposition

Understanding always demands time, we have this I hope

As this moment draws to end, we say our goodbyes

I feel admiration for this woman, half my years yet mature in state

As with mine, her journey will challenge, but she will do well

This woman of ethical means

Jan 2022

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