Exasperation

Sometimes you exasperate me

With your half responses and ambiguities

Leaving a myriad of inferential

Possibilities

Long silences

Unanswered questions trailing away

 

And then you reappear

Fully

Joyously

 

And ultimately contagious

 

There is no vaccine or antidote

To your exposure

A topical disease

Of some renown

Is the usual outcome

 

I am not immune

 

 

David Trudel    © 2012