Edward Clapham Poems
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There also is my place, where I explore my understanding
Of words that are said and thoughts revealed, interpretations made;
Intimacy shared and dissected, speculations proffered and discarded,
And wisdom is given and received, the acolyte at the master’s feet.
It is my space and, like another place, is defined
By boundaries that keep us within the precincts of confidentiality;
Although I unspokenly stretch these boundaries to my own ends,
And bring my world into the professional arena of supervision.
I look within, to my past and the life I...
A Thousand Miles
A thousand miles is not as far as these few
inches between us, here as we sit in quiet conversation.
Simple friendship is not enough, though it should be,
when I am endlessly fascinated by your unfolding nature.
I cannot but love you, though only friendship is your
wish and I seek the intimacy you reserve for another.
I miss you and it is the harder for these few inches
between us, and I am the lover and you the loved.