Why can’t we be sacred
In our globed conversations
Can’t we be left to ourselves
Self to self

Can’t we shut out for a second
The usual drone buzz in
And out of everywhere
We do we feel
We touch fingertips
But only a moment

Like puny threads in vastness
We forget we fret
We let stray winds undrive us
We forget
Mutual promises unsaid

Better for once
Than the familiarity of everydayness
Better a polaroid
Than rubbing shoulders in milling mess


(I liked E E Cummings)