I Watch Them Leaning Over
Moving Across The Table
Like Two Ships On A Different Course
Neither Is Listening To What The Other Is Saying
And Yet The Sound Of Them ‘Talking’ Talking’
Spills Over Into The Air
As If They Want Someone To Hear Them
To Understand What They Are Not Saying….
I Imagine They Are Lovers, Were Lovers,
Going Through The Motions Now
Of Being Married
Entrapped In So Many ‘Vows And Rituals’
Who Can Find Themselves Outside Of Religion?
They No Longer Worship At Its Altar
Their Language Carries On Regardless
As If It Had Been Recorded Over
What They Wanted To Say
Badly Dubbed Voices
Out Of Tune With Their Bodies
Moving Slowly Away,
Almost Shut Out
By The Sound Of Man Talking Loudly Into Space
His Lover Has Become His ‘Mobile Phone’
And For Now