The social call
I had met him at meetings several times
He decided to drive to my house which is in the countryside.
I didn’t invite him to the living room, but into my study
Where I sat in my chair with a computer in front of me.
He sat in the only chair away from my desk and the chair
We spoke of this and that, no direct eye contact
And I didn’t offer him coffee, I wasn’t sure why maybe
Because I was shy about not being used to visitors.
After some time, he felt uncomfortable; I looked at the computer
Got up to show him the door out.
I was busy writing on that day, not that he cared about my output,
An intrusion into my sanctuary, he never visited again
Although we spoke briefly on the phone when he was
Going back to Florida.
I sent him my book. I don’t think he thought much about it.
Sent me an email that reads:” thank you for the book.”