The Awkward Moment
Moons rise and trail across the sky,
Hearts rise and drift lazily, not knowing their direction
Spirits soar, having made a first tentative connection
An evening full of laughter and frank reflection
One half, so well positioned, grounded in self,
ready to launch forward on her next adventure.
The other, still bruised, open wounds, timid heart,
But knowing that only the act of moving writes the story of his life.
Then, as the evening draws to a close, tables and chairs withdrawn,
shade removed, revealing a moment of decision.
© Dave Lawson, 2004 (for Susan)