Posted in Passages

Gratiude

15 years ago at least,
maybe 17 or 18.
I recalled her names
but they were a combination that could be either
surname first, or second
or
Christain second, or first.
I didn’t want to mistake the order,
so used neither.
Probably it didn’t matter,
she was surprised I even remembered –
remembered a 3 week placement almost 20 years before.

She approached me in the shopping mall.
In her mid or late 30’s now
had worked the world – Melbourne, London, Brussels, New York –
chef in some top line restaurants.
She said she remembered me
because, “ during my training you were the only place
I got to do real cooking
and didn’t have to work as an unpaid kitchen hand
or dishwasher.”

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.