On Clarification

You sit down because it is time.
A drink is there. Your gaze moves outward.
And at some point,
the sentence comes
that everything was really about.

Not loud. Not dramatic.
But finally spoken.

The pergola holds that moment.
A thought may stand. A sentence may land.
No one has to react immediately.
That is rare.

Because many things remain unclear
when they are answered too soon.
Or defended too quickly.

Here, something is allowed
to simply be there first.
Without pressure. Without escape.

And from that, clarification begins.
Not because more is said.
But because the right thing
is finally in the room.