Everything seemed so normal
to start with: a weary traveller
welcomed into the comfort of
our home, a loaf of bread, vin
ordinaire warming in a carafe,
light outside fading as afternoon
turned its face towards evening.
Supper-time conversation ebbed
and flowed, rising in intensity,
question and answer lobbed back
and forth, new ideas expounded
about old stories, until our heads
were spinning, when suddenly
nothing appeared ordinary any more.