This month, BoomerCafé’s Poet-in-Residence Harriet Shenkman writes about the duality of relationships, in a poem first published on www.whenwomenwaken.org. She calls it, Riff on Coupling.
You teach the angular melodies of Monk,
Coltrane’s Favorite Things.
I sight a gull balancing on one leg.
You explain treasure trove. I read
The Waste Land while you doze.
You savor sausage biscuits. I like
granola for morning after fare.
I value decision, you the
merits of dwelling on a point.
I thrive in bouts of silence, you a
chirping jungle bird.
I favor the viscosity of egg drop soup,
you, the surprise of sweet and sour.
I dream of floating on the Dead Sea,
you, of riding the Pacific swells.
I stomp to the Flamenco. You
attend closely to the strumming.
You snub my Darjeeling, flaunt
your mug of Java.
Well, You Needn’t, as Monk would say,
banging strident chords on his piano.