The Conversation

i sat and talked with the Man with

many names today.

i do not call him what i used to,

and it is rare that i even capitalize

the pronoun-ed reference(as i had been

taught to do

back

in school).

but still, he sat and talked with me,

though my

p e r s p e c t i v e

has changed(as we are always chang

ing).

i asked him which name he prefers,

and he told me that, "Truly, I cannot be named."

i must have pouted or frowned,

or perhaps he was merely doing what he always does(you

know, that telepathy or voodoo or

something),

for he told me then

that i may call him whatever brings

us

closest.

"friend," i replied.

with a gentle smile, he nodded,

and we

began ..