Surreptitious
conversation,
full of
whispered consternation,
is the sort
of talk we most remember –
whatever
it may be about, it seems to rout
out doubt
and hold it up to keener light and far
more ardent
focus than is usual. The warm infusion
of the knowing
nods between us beckons pleasure to its
hushed gestalt,
savoring the human frailty in the overlooked
essential
opportunity some overseer had failed to oversee.
Surreptitiously
we’re certain we’ve uncovered something
terribly
important – we’ve decoded the enigma, found
the pivot
upon which catastrophe has swung. Some
bell
that only we have heard has rung. Much
in this
dire quietude seems now to hang
in secret
balance: one brings what
talents
one possesses for diplomacy
and
tact to bear upon the rare occasion
of the prospect
of persuasion surreptitious
conversation
at its best has never lacked. But
probably
the great unspoken joy between us
is the lure
of the enduring tacit pact which
surreptitious
conversation makes
implicitly
– the pledge that
each of
us will watch
the other’s back.
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