Non Sequitur

she and i were having a lovely
conversation by the river,
watching the boats drift by,
women in colorful hats holding
onto their lovers’ hands, or
holding their new baby wrapped
in baby blue or pastel pink
swaddling. yes, it was lovely.
sharing old memories, looking
ahead towards new adventures;
new novels, poems and travels.
the conversation turned all of
a sudden and in a glance, i realized
i knew nothing about her, nor
she about me.