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
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2022
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