Who on earth gave
the idea that we
must steal hearts,
and that it was the
ultimate goal there is?
Why not steal the mind,
the eye, the soul?
How can life be understood
through just one
unexplained being
all consuming?
Mustn’t we have friends
with whom we can converse
under the rainbow about
how the color we see is
anything but what we see?
Mustn’t we have companions
who love the Knight and Rook
as much as we do, even more, perhaps,
whose moves make us wiser?
Mustn’t we have pals
whose silly laughs are an
antidote to aging?
How can life be contained
in one single being
all consuming?
So we live
through every being we cross;
a part of us in them,
a part of them in us.
Never the same
after the encounter –
no matter how
brisk or muffled.
The Wordcastle 