November 18, 2007


Two for the sharing, the pulse in unison.
Two for the dialogue implied in it all.

Two for the lips that join to pronounce words.
One for the call and one for response.

One for agreement on what words signify.
Two for the language that answers accord.

One for the writing and one for the reading.
Two for the grasping, the holding in turn.

One for the murmur that trembles the blue air.
Two for the hands that mirror in prayer.

One for the lamplight and one for shared silence.
Your heart and my heart, the sacred text of this.

—Nick Samaras

Posted by dwaber at November 18, 2007 03:38 PM