Reading each other newspaper tidbits until noon
Lingering over fresh-baked bread you did not have to fetch yourself
Making fresh coffee just the way you like it
Stretch and laugh, share opinions,
Sometimes crisscross, spar, advance, retreat,
But never interrupt
Or hold forth counter-Napoleon.
Then we clean up the table, go back to our work,
Maybe a spot of gardening, jam-preserving,
Equally well a poem might get written
A picture or photo now framed.
Having drunk from our wells of separate being
We can meet again for a walk on the hills
Gathering mushrooms or stopping to exclaim
Over wildlife hoofmarks
Or cloud patterns and airplane trails
As we shuffle on
Hand in hand towards
The welcoming, song-filled forest.