(.25 minute to read)
Too much depressing stuff going on in the world. For some reason an old poem that I posted long ago popped up on social media that somehow seems appropriate. I like the imagery. So I think that’s all that I’m going to post this time. Agnosco diem
Counter intelligence
By Keith Thomas
The cup sliding across the counter
Is a masterpiece of sound
Where none is needed.
It’s like a small sentence spoken
to kill
a heavy heavy silence that hangs
at the end of a pallid evening too long.
How much small talk would it take
to overcome the unforgiving light
in a worn hard floored place
where time moves like the sound
of an old ticking clock winding down