scraps

a leunig poem we shared at the end of an evening with our friends clinton and lisa:

scraps

little scraps of peace and quiet

hope, conversation, handshakes -

all in dribs and drabs

a few crumbs of fun,

a tiny flake of beauty,

one teaspoon of enthusiasm -

offcuts of each other.

a skerrick of coummunity,

a bit of a kiss.

a snippet of eye contact,

a snippet of hospitality

a snippet of patience,

a shred of honour,

a wisp of good humour,

a sample of compassion -

leftovers, oddments,

remnants of the glorious situation.

a fragment of god,

not much, really.

sorry, time's up.