Late night shopping.

We sat there in the restaurant,
the week before Christmas,
with late night shopping as our excuse
(conspiratorial)
sharing our lives in a box
of chicken nuggets and french fries,
having bought nothing
but a pack of future memories
in blank VHS format.

Our eyes met for an instant and held
as the smiles spread on our faces
and the corners of our eyes
corrugated in laughter and pure joy.
We said no unnecessary words
but I knew that two minds
had shared but one emotion;
refusing separation,
my son and I
dining at hope's table.

Kim Helen James
22/12/95