Rob Schackne #570 - One Imagines

One Imagines

             for Bernard Hemensley

                 

                       As the pain that can be told
                       is but half a pain,
                       so the pity that questions
                       has little healing in its touch.

                             Edith Wharton

One imagines a winter night
a fireplace, and a hundred sighs
between the thought of a question
and the thought of an answer
why did you even want to do that
please tell me what you were thinking
the gathering of words surprises
you listen as you too will be listened to
one summer, years from now
when tears come from the past
what were you looking for
please tell me where you're going
rock paper scissors snake
now we collect the poems
the roar and crack of fire