A winter wind starts a low moan
outside my window, an unending drizzle
Perhaps I need to pass on the advice
I have been given countless times -
Excessive weeping is a handicap.
The arrival, the discomfort is easier
with the occasional pause
Like the coming and going of strangers
that make sure this morning too will pass
even if it is with borrowed intensity 

Daytime thinking slightly warped -
A handwritten letter,
as commanded, as promised
Despite the tasks at hand,
the work in progress,
the busy, sunlit day
We are having a conversation
You, and I
and all these well crafted words
I suppose that is something