The way we look at things
So Different
It’s seductive, provocative, scary even
It’s the beautiful charm of the other
A gift
A look into
Another way of slow breathing experience

The way we look at things
Can frustrate, antagonize
Disrupt and corrupt
Tangle up our thoughts
Push us to the edge
Right to the very edge
of fumbling, fighting, falling

And then, just maybe
We get through
We push through
Stumble through

The glow pulls us apart, the light changes,
A new sound
Old words spoken out of order
Neither completely wrong
Nor totally right
Just there, filtered.

The battle ends
And somehow
All I recall
Is the sound of your voice.