A visitor today fluttered by, rested a bit and flew away,
Those moments of joy would linger on, if only he could stay!
We could have talked at lunch, and all the way till tea,
He’d have so many experiences to share, so different from me!
And time would tick, words would last and seasons would go past,
He’d tell me of his days of travel that make his months fly fast!
I’d talk of all my prized possessions, the city, the din and the cat,
He’d probably nod politely, be amused mildly and not think much of that!
He’d love to hear about my day at the market picking pricey lemons,
And surprised at how clumsy I was, the day I began my ballet lessons!
I could’ve kept talking of friendly parties and festive nights,
If I only I didn’t remind myself of climate change and animal rights!
The caprice, the thought,
Now I am happy, now I’m not!
These flutterations of mine,
Wouldn’t make conversations fine,
This mundanity! Oh, for his sake!
I’m glad he had that flight to take,
He’d have no time if I’d talk a lot,
His life really is but too short!