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Psimon

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Is it enough?

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You are so far away.

In place, in time, in person.

So very far away from my world.

I try to place myself in your world and fail.

On so many levels.

Is this the real life?

The life mother warned us about?

What is it to know a person - to truly know them?

Is it enough to read their words?

To hear their voice?

To touch their skin?

Is it enough?

 

Your words have reached me across an ocean of time and salt water...

Dare I read them? Dare I speak them aloud?

If I do, will I know you?

Is it enough?

 

You love the wind.

 

Love it with a passion reserved for the young or young-at-heart.

A wind on the kind of day in late spring, or perhaps early fall,

when a heavy rain, poured out upon the earth, has done the worst it can do.

Walking down the road, boots crunching the cement sidewalk

beneath your feet, lawns, so pristinely set to the side, squelching if trodden on.

So many moments racing across your senses.

Light and dark playing across the sky,

across the sodden ground, as would two kittens with nothing better to do than try to best one another in a silly game of hunt-the-tail;

the feel of the sun on your face as it slowly scatters the clouds,

and the wind is teasing them both, and you...

Strong enough to mess your hair and tug at your clothes and step,

with a faint nip of colder places that makes everything smell fresh and new again.

 

Ohhh. You love it. Yes. You love it.

 

Your hopes, your dreams, they are recorded in text.

Is this enough to know you?

 

But these are just mere words, surely.

Or are they?

Will they reveal you to me?

Are they enough?

 

They hold captive your thoughts.

They are recorded.

For how long? Forever?

Is it enough?

Is it enough to know you by?

 

I have never heard your voice.

Is it soft and sultry - as a silky liqueur after an evening meal, is it a pleasure to behold?

Or maybe it is piercing, a voice that grabs one by the head and shakes a little.

If I heard you speak - would that be enough to know you?

 

Your family, your friends, your dog. So many others know you.

What am I but a bystander, looking in on your life, as you have chosen to reveal it to me.

Is that knowing you?

Is it enough?

 

So much clutter in your room. Collected moments,

the moments that make up a life - they know you.

Your touch is familiar to them.

They are well known to you also. There is a mutual knowledge there.

And they are the better for it.

If you were to hold my hand, if only for a moment, would it be enough?

Would I know you - or you, me?

Is it enough?

 

Or does it take a lifetime to truly know someone?

I think so...

 

© Psimon 09 June 2003

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