We became friends
like rain in the tropics.
There were no beginnings,
it just began – strong and resolute.
I never quite understood how,
he could have been my father – just.
I could have been his kid bother – just
but ….
age seemed all wrong.
Perhaps it was cricket –
we were both mad about the game.
Whatever the nature of our bond,
he always made time for me
and I sought him out most days …..
animated talk, much laughter and occasional gossip.
Once expecting emphatic denial
I quietly asked about
just heard tittle tattle – that a staff member beat his wife.
He took a long while to answer
then spoke as if much older,
soft
slow.
“ You haven’t been here very long …..
in this town, you might know someone’s business,
but,
you don’t mind it for them.”
