When you understand,
Do your muscles relax, sinews limpen and skin soften?
Does your heart race, the bow of your smile quicken and quiver?
Do the tiny hairlings on each limb rise up and test
the breeze rushing between us?
Do you knit your brow with needless bewilderment because you are shocked
You finally see what I see and think what I think and
hope that it will fit always as it does right now?
And what do the words sound like, how harshly do they thump against your cochlea, bump against your own,
as they rise from my mouth, worked up and wound round through my bowels, into my throat without getting caught and then sliding between sharp whittled accented tonguing and even sharper teeth..?
Is the intonation atonal or attuned to yours?
What is the nature of being understood and being understanding if you do not understand?
Will we run to meet, across an acre of cultivated crops or spelunk a river bed with stagnant waters alongside,
Are my thoughts and I
A flock of geese migrating,
a pair of bald eagles mating,
one mosquito with malaria waiting,
For you,
For me and you?
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