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