It was 13 years ago. There were some heavy emotions and discord, curdling among our night shift crew. The Unit Manager had us all sit down together, in an attempt to attain an accord of understanding, and presumption of harmonious relations. It wasn't easy, it didn't flow smoothly, but in the end, compromise was reached and our journey together resumed on a fresh course.

So Very Clear

It's all, so very clear
But I question our success,
Ten people trying to communicate
To clarify a mess.

With our new found understanding
Will we share a common oath?
Or did we polarize our differences
And shatter hopes of growth.

Surely, we won't walk away
As though we are starting anew,
The memories of our discord
Are ingredients in the brew,
It just depends on how we stir it
And the elements we add to the pot,
Will it be a culinary masterpiece
Or just a soup, that's too damn hot?

Fibril_late; 1995