Relationships are strange things: elastic, <br />Inexorable. Meshing graceful flesh <br />Or mingling minds- <br />Lovers or friends <br />Fantastic or commonplace. <br /> <br />One week there is fire and so much meeting- <br />Spells and magic spill into what is fleeting, <br />Is ordinary. Talk comes fresh bubbling. <br />There’s a dash of sun in the hours’ brief flare. <br />A phone rings, an e mail pings, little joys sing, <br />There is grace in the pace of the day, <br />In the fashioning of small things. <br /> <br />Then when a glow seems nicely burning, <br />Warming: it’s off at the source. <br />Power cut. Or comes juddering <br />Sporadic, erratic. And who can tell why <br />Or where the electrical fault is <br />Or whether indeed there is one at all. <br />But the bulb is flickering, shuddering. <br />Darknesses last. Silences jut into minutes. <br />Fire becomes ash. <br />Doors shut or do not open so often <br /> <br />And suddenly <br />the everyday <br />is grey again.<br /><br />Richard Blanch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/familiarity-1-convenience-and-inconvenience/
