“Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.”
~Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
Laptops and folders
litter this makeshift office
of chic and hip
at the caffeine catalyst café.
The Guatemalan roast
wafts through the air,
with java toasts to another
consummated deal.
Lovers in bloom
embrace their spring,
seedlings and perennials alike
fondly celebrate this newness.
The exuberance
of heartfelt barter
becomes the elixir
fillings goblets to the brim.
Diverging souls engaged in
that gut wrenching exchange,
“we need to talk”,
neither wants to have.
Gates opened,
doorways closing,
life’s love lesson
searing new reality;
Their losing hands on heart’s table
acquiesce to rivers of tears,
converging on,
java junctures.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
All rights reserved.
Author notes
As I stop into my fave Java joint to pick up a chai, I am always intrigued by the many little dramas unfolding in this laid back atmosphere. Seemingly coffee houses are the place of choice for all kinds of meetings; business folks use them, new lovers, and perhaps secret lovers. And then those going through love’s fire exit looking for a neutral place to have “that conversation” that will hopefully put closure on another life chapter. A few days ago as I stood in line I spotted “a moment” unfolding; an older man weeping his hands cradled by a younger woman. No idea what the script was about so let my imagination take over on one of those java junctures.
Written May 19th, 2003 Edmonton
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