Psychologist at seat 37

Psychologist at seat 37

thank you for the conversation, 

truly.

I didn't get your name but enlightenment 

radiates like a lamp

in the horizon of your persona.

We discussed literature and film-

the arts and all creative pursuits.

I can't imagine a connection more visceral

yet illusive-

like clarity in a fog 

that lasts for a second then 

its gone 

like rose blossoms in Kyoto.

She tells me that young people don't know

how to cope,

a safety net catches them when they fall-

"but you're different" 

she said.

"You have a mature head on your shoulders,

you know how the world works".

I'm perplexed yet understand,

looking into a mirror and seeing death;

it is both obvious yet obscure ,

inevitable yet strangely distant.

She tells me she wanted to keep her kids grounded-

she works in psychology, you see.

so she sees the effect of drugs

and hallucinates when she smokes weed

I say

"how much are you smoking?..

 probably too much"

I tell her I like to smoke everyday and 

blaze away the anxieties of nighttime,

she tells me I'll grow out of it,

I'm sure I will.

As I said, she wants to keep her kids grounded

They are grown up and are scientists,

she hated the white girls with no personality

and externalised personas 

of hollow shells painted beige and tan;

not likely to bear fruit,

which is why her pursuit was for rounded kids, 

a potters wheel making balls instead of pricks

that crave external attention as flies crave s**t.

I couldn't agree more I said.

Like I said, she gave me compliments and told me 

that my relationship was likely to endure the 

rounds and turmoils of love's course.

Despite this,I couldn't help but notice the conflation between

the relation I have with my mother,

If our relation were to change and our 

relation re-made

I would be fertilised like a flower waiting to bloom.

I may not remember her name

or even have got it for that matter;

but our conversation with stay with me for a while,

while you are blissfully unaware of it.