Lindsborg

The ceiling cracked, dingy yellow.
Main street outside the window
Interrupts the quiet we created.
The silence of a misplaced word in touch.
An hour lost in our feeling
What was said,
Never repeated,
never heard.

Held so closely,
Distance in mind.
Culmination of all thought,
Distant in composition.
My words and your art
You said could never mix.

Yet in this room,
For this hour,
With nothing said,
We captured a moment
That merged.

Where the bits of my words
And the pieces of your art,
Formed an embrace,
Never repeated,
Never heard,
Never talked
About.

Circa 1978?
Lindsborg, KS