A Time to Talk

“A Time to Talk”
A Robert Frost favorite.

I recalled this poem yesterday when I was visiting on Clayton Iles Road in Dry Creek:

“A Time to Talk”

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, “What is it?”

No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost
1874 –
1963

No matter how busy we are, relationships always trumps production.

I face this dilemma daily at my writing office, Tamp and Grind Coffee. I’m there to write, but I do not ignore my friends as they pass by daily.

It’s a delicate balancing act.

If I’m really on “A Hard Deadline”(self-imposed), I go to the peace and solitude hidden away in the racks of our library or Why Not Stop (great WiFi, hot coffee, and a back corner booth to work from.)

But when there’s people to speak to at T and G Coffee, I thrust my hoe in the ground, look up from my laptop, smile and have a brief visit.

There’s always more at The Creek. www.creekbank.net