Something has been playing on my mind this week. A thought about reconciliation. A Triptych.

The first, an explanation: Sitting at a table, a lover describes why she knowingly said that hurtful thing, the other holds her hand and listens.

The second, often religious, is an offering: A poor man holds out his hands, empty, as if to say this is all I have, and all I have I offer to you.

The third, and the thought that has rung in my head all week, is silence: Two old enemies talk jovially about nothing.

Such a lot of silence.

Josh