Remembering What We Never Learned

How could we reach
a shared reality—
but not one of our own,
but one spacious enough
to hold the dreams of others?

When I imagine you,
your dreams do not dissolve into mine—
they rise like twin moons,
illuminating a sky
we never knew we shared.

The world is not a mirror;
it’s a window we each wipe clean
with our breath,
so that others may see through.

Let us walk,
not to arrive,
but to be arrived into—
by a truth neither of us owns,
but both remember,
from somewhere deeper than birth.

Listen—
until silence speaks
in a tongue we’ve never known,
where love and wonder
drink from the same spring.