Crossing over
I am coming in carefully
Habituated into making certain movements
Smooth and strong
Listening in the ways that I have learned
Meaning to just cross over
To the other side
But doing this
I have to step on some accepted wisdom
Of the locals
Graceful and wise
They let me pass
Pretending not to pay attention
While they send me a smile
From the corner of their eye
Time passes
With dark nights and windy rains
In spite of being separate
We get wet together
And we realize
That in our separateness
And in the ways that we communicate
We are playing one game
And we are not two
But one.
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