Her
thoughts lie heavily on her shoulders
And
she sits there, head in hand, pondering
Thoughts
of the world flicker in her mind
And
she raises her head, wondering.
Does
she contemplate the simple life she leads?
Does
she worry about the greater good?
Is
she lost in distant thought of better times?
Or
is she pensive, thinking of her now flown brood?
The
companion sits lost to this world
Absorbed
in the screen of a virtual reality
Not
noticing the furrowed brow across the table
Focussed
on the bleating streams of inane banality
Does
she give a thought to her strained companion?
Does
she contemplate the woes she grieves?
Is
she so obsessed with her own importance?
Or
is she just blind to the hole she leaves?
Together
they sit with their steaming mugs
She
raised her head once more and begins to speak
The
companion replies and sweet engagement has begun
Over
doughnuts and coffee at the end of the week
As
they dissect their week, the furrows are lifted
Making
plans for the weekend, smiles are exchanged
As
their worlds intertwine, the observer takes note
Each
gesture and movement, their secrets contained
Sisters,
or lovers, the observer surmises
Noting
their actions, the thoughts roam unbridled
Coffee
companions whose whispers are silent
Their
thoughts mere suggestions of a mind uninvited
Their
story is told through the thoughts of another
Observers
conjecture lays their lives in full view
Descriptive
suggestions forge an image of vibrance
As
they sit with their coffee, the companions, and you.
©
Fergus Martin
July
2013
