one-on-one

“For one throb of the artery,

While on that grey stone I sat

Under the old wind-broken tree,

I knew that One is animate,

Mankind inanimate phantasy.

(in A Meditation In the Time of War

by W.B. Yeats)

i spoke one-on-one with Paul

exchanging on the depth he evokes

knowing again my care for persons

and wariness of people

beyond

 haiku

the beyond opens

perspective to me, keeps me

properly humble