RACONTEURS

So many words.

So many circumlocutions. 

Stories chasing their own tails.

Histrionics and hyperbole 

that always crowd us out.

What if we pared it all down

to the essentials, to symbols and gestures

we'd learn and practice

with the help and studied patience 

of pithy primatologists?

What if we found our way back to basics,

by aping our way into a new kind of affinity

of really being together,

where comfort was cultivated 

through life’s simple preenings:

in the mites we might we’d feed each other,

in each moment's subtle proteins 

we'd harvest and savor?

Maybe this kind of intimacy is 

the only necessity we'd need to know.

And in the knowing it we'd finally feel

like suitable companions,

like the new age raconteurs 

we were meant to be.