Last Updated On January 4, 2020

 

Conversation. Connection. Commonality.

 

 

Within the blue glow
Of a winter evening:

The clink of flatware,
The intermittent plonk
Of ice on panes,
The happy shrieks
Of cockatiel participants,
The dew laced strands
Of connection.
Vibrating in the still air.
Crisscrossing our cozy alcove.
Marking our intersections.

And I begin to wonder:
How many of these secret societies do I belong to?

 

Last Updated On January 4, 2020

 

Conversation. Connection. Commonality.

 

Within the blue glow
Of a winter evening:

The clink of flatware,
The intermittent plonk
Of ice on panes,
The happy shrieks
Of cockatiel participants,
The dew laced strands
Of connection.
Vibrating in the still air.
Crisscrossing our cozy alcove.
Marking our intersections.

And I begin to wonder:
How many of these secret societies do I belong to?

Last Updated On January 4, 2020

Conversation. Connection. Commonality.

Within the blue glow
Of a winter evening:

The clink of flatware,
The intermittent plonk
Of ice on panes,
The happy shrieks
Of cockatiel participants,
The dew laced strands
Of connection.
Vibrating in the still air.
Crisscrossing our cozy alcove.
Marking our intersections.

And I begin to wonder:
How many of these secret societies do I belong to?