Séance Ordering… Poem by Mark Heathcote

There is, there is
This ice curtain
Of silent conversation
A séance ordering...
Watch and you'll learn.
{Understanding, unspoken}
How it works I've no idea.
I speak to her in thoughts,
Your coffee is going cold. Dear.
And then she picks it up.
I think of a Merlot red wine
Punctually the glass arrives.
I then picture a sandwich
Promptly, I'm asked.
Cheese or ham my love.
I think of a friend's name.
They're mentioned in passing
I think soon what I shall buy.
Then it's Googled in a millisecond
There is, there is
There is an ice curtain. Dear.
That only applies, when we speak!