That Night

That night?

We drank in the deep goblets of conversation,

Swirling them

And, thirsty for the bottom of each bottle

threw our heads back

Until we were Drunk,

Intoxicated by the newness of it all

And tripped over unfinished thoughts

Falling into eager, tangled conversation

That left us breathless and spent,

Ideas strewn about the room

Like the cast-off clothes of young lovers

Lying in knotted sheets wondering,

What just happened there

Next time?

Let's try this:

May we enjoy the wisdom of our bodies' age

in words too

Gently feeling for the spaces in between

and resting there

Each time, for a breath

of silent appreciation

Or two.

Funny, isn't it?

How these tired bones know

That the less time is left

The more one should spend on

Each moment

[a reflection on Hafiz's "Today", exploring thoughts, rather than the physical world]