Tea Time

you choose the subject

and then expound on the same

at  length

I know it's your nature

to love to talk

I guess I must seem

like a good listener

but I'm really more interested 

in my cup of  black tea

and the shaft of  late afternoon
sunlight angling in
from the side window

And yet, here we sit

you,in your chair

and I, on the cat's sofa

your voice reflecting

from the window behind me

around the room and

back to your ears

after a while it's time

to fill up the pipe

you pack in the herb 

and carefully spark the match

the predictable routine

continues, and I, as always

decline the offer

The conversation proceeds

or at least it goes on,

and on

like a one way street

but I am enjoying 

the smoky atmosphere

and the resonant acoustics

of your sitting room

There is always 

a strange kind of feeling

after I  leave

I have too many things 

that need to be done

but our visit was a 

pleasurable interlude

even If I couldn't

get a word in edgeways

If I wanted to