How We Talk

to one another now

At yoga this morning

a woman on the next mat

judging from her Bomba socks

nothing like me

although you never know

introduced herself.

Kathleen said she was

reading a 900 page book

on Longevity then said

she was twice a Pickle Ball Champion

(nothing like me times 3).

She asked, while we were waiting

for Anuda whose other name is Susan

what my thoughts were on

getting along with people

who don’t agree with me.

I’ve never agreed with people

much I said.

This started very young.

I had a teacher in grammar school

who told me my clothing

was odd. She was right.

So’s yours I said.

Maybe in a very small way

that is a way to begin.

Two Things:

If you like some of these poems, help me grow my audience. (If you want to).

Here’s Breena Clarke’s SUBSTACK. Listen to her read from her beautiful book

River Cross My Heart