I sit smoking at my window watching
The standard menagerie of life:
A stray dog, a man stumbling,
A different man each time, a different
Style of stumble each time.
On the coffee table before me are
My cigarettes, a disposable lighter,
' What we talk about when we talk about love '
By Raymond Carver,
A television guide, a mobile phone
Still lost in a silent vigil.
In the street are the strangest of all-
The shoppers. They step and stop,
Exchanging niceties of natter. I watch them
Gathering groceries for hungry partners
And children in lives that remain a mystery.
I watch from my window. A man
Stumbles, embracing each lamp post he meets.
A dog scuttles nervously across the road
And I think of talking to myself about love.