Another day

I left the workshop,
on fire,
I was ready,
what had bothered me coming in
was no longer.
The snow drifted down
traffic crawled, I had time to think.
Was this it, a mere conversation?
Fortunately traffic was light,
this class looks intense,
Conversation, an "honest" conversation?
Man, it cannot be that simple.
It was dark on the drive home
snow and sleet,
I was not aware, my mind was else where.
Maybe I could talk, no, we could talk,
Just maybe a conversation?