Poem Of The Week: Being Present By Rory Waterman
Being Present Not every night, but most, when I call, and you haven’t remembered what we’ve talked about, I go on loop to see the half-hour out: ‘So, did you listen to the footy?’ ‘No’ – surprise in your voice – ‘no, somehow I forgot.’ ‘What’s been on the radio? What was dinner?’ You rarely know the answers. Or the questions. Or that you’ve known the things that keep you there.