subtext

            –Michael Palmer, “Notes for Echo Lake”

even in our house

the life we share

sometimes diverges

like idle thoughts

the stories we live

together are filtered

through ourselves

and are transformed

still inside our home’s

warmth differences

are closely twined

like a morning hug

we step outside alone

to the street maneuvering

between the wind and

the world’s conversation

and again we change

and become our self
outside the one we are

when not  each other