Cooking

To be honest, it was easier than I expected.

Moving my car, I mean, the plough was coming

And he was cooking in his apartment, second floor, not the third

Humming along to the music playing

(Neal's "Heart of Gold")

Just loud enough I could hear it when I stopped walking.

And in all sincerity, I don't listen to Neal Young much anymore,

But he was there cutting broccoli

And we were standing under the light of that IKEA chandelier

And I felt a lot in 5 seconds

It brought be back 30 years ago,

Tim's apartment in Kensington,

Pizza, friends, but he had Harvest playing in the background.

We cross the peace bridge and sing Taize songs by candlelight.

The truth is, we're the same, him and me, and our old man,

And I see it in his eyes, the same recognition,

Focused on our task, while the world's mired in one interminable conflict

while everyone's getting used to this new wave of feminism

and this new environmentalism.

A few decades from the end of history

and a few still left before the Reagan years.

And it's all true,

even though it was actually a women,

and she wasn't thinking about Reagan.

She was talking to her mom on Skype,

Or watching Jeopardy,

And I don't know where the lamp came from

Hell, I don't know for sure where the music came from

...But she was cooking.