#2

Meeting with my Mentor

On this day 

in this place

we sat, you and I,

amid strangers

in the noisy cafe.

The light from the window

so bright

I had to move closer to you

and so

I saw the chocolate

from your croissant -so savored

dappled across your lips

all the while

keeping up the conversation

about our lives.

This quiet memento

the sweet gift

never bothered either of us

To speak and listen of such things

one needs chocolate croissants.

Thank you for teaching me,

Richard, how to savor 

all of life.


-Llora H. Kressmann