We do the strangest things

Sometimes we do the strangest things -
a whim pushes us to talk,
to walk all night long

Being stupid produced guilty feelings
as we tramped on through the cold
but a relit light pushed me on,
warming the untravelled wastes of my being,
our intemingled words carried me almost ‘til dawn

I was happy to reveal my insecurity
responding to your gentle probings
This intimacy of our minds debris
revealing in its so many nothings

How weird we are, you and me,
walking a journey of mutual discovery,
tiring ourselves in self-analysis,
pacing our legs into paralysis

Through the Parklands we walked,
how shyly bold we talked
how awkward our careful steps were
walking the tightrope of our candour

I’m no good at this,
haven’t had the practice -
don’t know what to say
when you say you lie
and you’ve got another
but you’re talking to me,
       and we’re walking again,
              driving slowly round the block

we stopped and conversed,
cooped up in your car

We struggled with uncertainty
and silences as loud as shouting,
making a fetish of honesty,
we tallked for hours and hours
caught in some spell of immobility
numbing our reasoning powers

we do the strangest things