Bearers

Vapid reasoning rumbles,

drones in B minor,

in audition for moments

possible but probably

not. It ceases with steps

of a housemate, downwards

towards our kitchen. Occupied,

different ruminations roll

through his head I’m sure.

Gratefully disturbed I return to the moment.

how deeply I crave distraction

from a mind I call mine own.

Thought breaks and I am