Day 2 poetry a day challenge 2012 - prompt: a visitor poem.

The visitor.

I was sitting cross-legged in my armchair, marking.
I nodded as my lodger introduced us
but didn't say anything;
I was on a roll - ploughing through Maths homeworks
at a fair old pace with the finishing line in clear sight.

If anyone had asked me when he'd gone what the visitor looked like
I wouldn't have been able to tell them much:
beardy, leather jacket, brown hair,
that would have been about it. He wasn't there to meet me
he was my lodger's visitor - not my business at all.

He sat quietly on the couch waiting for my lodger
so they could go out somewhere.
I continued marking, as comfortable in his presence
as I am twenty two years later.

Michele Brenton 2nd April 2012