The Distance

Without distance there is no dialog between the two.
- Martin Buber


This is not a
question or answer.
No poem or argument.

An idea wormed
in a brain,
unamazed and deaf,

speaking nothing,
desirous upon
itself, a small

flitter of words,
a moth born
of old stores.

But see, in your
field of view,
they glow, convincing,

and meaningful.

I am already
lost, at once all
and nothing,

beside the point.
But for a moment --
this moment -- you create an I

and Thou.