Late on Sunday afternoon,
we must each of us search consciences and our hearts
and determine what approach we wish—or dare—to take.
It goes deeper than that, coming and going from face to face.
Here, at least, the fate of the increasingly relaxed world was taken seriously.
Once again they were all in place, once again they faced one another around the fateful circle.
Here, at least, no one had relaxed, nor had the issue dwindled or diminished.
For, expects to win indeed had met on such and such a day, as did those with no other choice.
Bustling sidewalk cafes had been faithfully chronicled; loaded with gorgeous blooms on almost every street corner.
One more laid back reason to love summer.
This had been strictly a lucky shot. Once again tension rose in the room like a palpable thing.
Much of the truth of it had all quickly returned. Again there was silence and now the entire room
concentrated on just one face.
There was a silence, an uneasy shifting, a studying of papers, a turning of heads in thought and consultation.
Who is closest and who is farthest, these days? We are all close.
And they are close to us.