Friday, January 30, 2015

Do we ever get but fleeting glimpses of one another


do we ever get but fleeting glimpses of one another
and improper ones at that
—bare backed, running sideways
through a long hall on our way to work—
what garish images we must all make
anxious, out of focus, our unready defenses
Ever ready to find fault

if only we could slow down for moment
pull our heads out of ourselves and peer into one another
sorting through the insides, cataloguing with a curator’s knowledge.

Yes, I see You,
 we would say to one another
and yes, perhaps, we would.

but a mind is not a museum, a heart not a tome
so how could we truly see
how could we ever know?

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