Mar 2018
Two strangers sit down to have coffee
"What was immersion like?"
One said to the other
A charmed smile sprung on the recipient
As if it's a call back, a reminder of when they weren't strangers.
If such a time ever existed
During coffee,
The strangers talked
about safe things
Non inflammatory things
And then the strangers got up and went to work
One taking the north exit on 41
The other, the south
And the strangeness about them was always there
Even when they convinced themselves it wasn't
And the strangeness about them remained there
Even after meeting again
"What was immersion like?"
One said to the other
A charmed smile sprung on the recipient
As if it's a call back, a reminder of when they weren't strangers.
If such a time ever existed
During coffee,
The strangers talked
about safe things
Non inflammatory things
And then the strangers got up and went to work
One taking the north exit on 41
The other, the south
And the strangeness about them was always there
Even when they convinced themselves it wasn't
And the strangeness about them remained there
Even after meeting again
This is written in the same style as my other poem "Dichotomous", which I very much like. It's almost a continuation of the story, or perhaps a retelling thereof.
