I met a man this morning on the bench.
Let’s call him winter
I could see in His eyes who he was, as soon as He sat down.
He told me his life in the space of 4 words. There wasn’t much needed, necessary, Life
He was wanting to write a book
He came back at the end to tell me he had found his beginning. “Oh Kate…..”
I have longed my whole life for this sort of conversation with Man.
I have been hungry for it; like a child
It is the most innocent space
To sit with a man and feel safe
To know his eyes
His skin etched with all of his tales and woes; the lines that track where he has been; wants to go
So much sorrow can tell a lifetime of forever; such capacity for joy “lives there”
For so long I have felt there is ‘something wrong with me” for wanting this conversation with man
The spaces inbetween words
The long pause
The wait that needs nothing to fill
I find it on these marshes. It comes
It is always there inside me this depth wants to know
Who are you really?
I mean really
Who are you really
He found his beginning and end
I hope you do
I feel they are perhaps the same thing
Love Kate x
