Why is that even when you speak to us on paper
we can’t get to the bottom of the meaning?
Is it the paper?
Is it the time between the writing and the reading?
Is it the eyes?
Is it the heart?
Or is it the depth and width and height
of the difference between you and me?
More and more I believe this is true
The more I realize I know nothing,
the more I realize how much you know
and do and are doing
Maybe that’s the point.