As if in a Dream

I look through my own grid, and I’m not sure how to see differently.

I know just how you feel–

well, not really. I can imagine walking in your shoes,

but truth is I don’t. I can imagine feeling what you feel,

but truth is I can’t. Small wonder we feel the separation and division strongly,

but so often

so alone.

And that warm, fuzzy unity is an out-there goal, a hope,

but

until I am you, I walk as if in a dream.