As if I am a mother
or counsellor
people talk to me.
In restaurants
coffee shops
buses
anywhere at all
people walk up
sit down
and release.
The last time that I
saw her she
was wearing
a broad straw hat
that shaded
her face
and shoulders from
the sun.
Now and then the saddle
creaked beneath her and
the horse seemed
impatient to get
somewhere.
I dont remember what
we talked about.
My memory only knows
that it was good
to see her.