Conversations – Alan Chambers

I listen to a conversation
between the river, it’s shingle beach
and the tide lapping round the landing-stage.
It is now a mild day with a blue sky,
a faint air pushing a dark cloud
that would interrupt our dialogue.

I listen to a conversation
as the whispering wind plucks answers
from the riddling reeds bowing their heads
to the rising flow.  They communicate
beyond my understanding, commanded by
the jet stream and the invisible moon.

I listen to a conversation,
the after-dinner glow convivial
as we collaborate, trying to find
answers to questions from a crossword quiz.
Perhaps I would be better off alone
seeking answers beyond the heartless stars.

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