It’s the unspoken moment
in its silent way, that presents the whole story.
It’s the glance between friends across a
distance that lets you know
they have been friends a long long time.
Maybe its a glance of a mother towards her child, with tears
in the eyes expressing both love, exhaustion
exasperation and torment.
Or a moment between strangers
that echoes all the hidden possibilities and
hidden agendas. Even a scowl that could enrage
or cut to the quick a sensitive creature.

I find the passage – its always there.
Then I lean back and take my leave
of the day,
I sink into the lush grass and hear its singing
because she brought me the knowledge
that in a far off place that is what waits for me.

for Doris Lessing