Poem preview from the new book, I am sending this out to a friend who is at a crossroads (mild). There is no judgement here, no solution, only awareness of something…something new.
3. A Generous Breakfast
The visitor looks paused, as if at brink.
Maybe, he waits to gather forward motion strength
or considers deep a common sentiment.
It is, by many, well-believed that
a crossroads met means something more.
I watch him grow quiet or
hesitate, like me, deciding what’s deeper meant
that once again, brow furrow
and finger tracing on the menu map
interrupt a comfortable stroll.
He first acted eager inquisitor,
and burst in striding, secure, content,
now sits cautious under a yellow
‘Open’ sign, hands folded in his lap,
listening to a cash register toll.
This little restaurant, my old favourite,
sits half between here and there,
promising the road from noplace might
actually lead somewhere.
I almost whisper to the waitress
who asks, “What will it be, friend?”
“…a generous breakfast, I guess,
and I’ll be on the road again.”
Robert On The Air 