Weekend( Rare )

A Rare Weekend

A wondrous weekend,

Bordering dreamlike…

After tiring drive,

Conversation floated like intellectual cloud

I forced to focus,

Strove-struggled for sense

Strained to speak.

I was gate-crasher at the party,

Terrified to write…

But, as hours happened, faces familiarised,

Cake and coffee motivated,

Invisible links fabricated:

A passion for perfection,

A rapture in writing

A community in creating …

No longer awkward aspirants,

We were writers:

Feeding on feedback and facilitation

Stretching our skills

Giving birth to our work …

Though this no solo labour,

This was society,

Something else,

Something rare,

Something special!

On homecoming-reflection

I sense impression