know - poem from Angels Talk
I’ve had several people tell me this was their favorite poem from the book.
know
is it strange, maybe sometimes
more often, I thought comforting
I notice, when you are aware my thoughts
wondering, how did he know that?
was it strange, the commonality?
similar wavelengths, or universal ness?
questions, or thoughts pondering
then brought up in discussion
without a prompting
I smile, and grin
personally warmed in connection
wondering, if you knew
that you knew at all
because I wouldn’t tell you
it didn’t seem required
and then you would say
when I’d least expected it,
“how did you know,
I was just thinking about that”?
ya, I thought, it’s just like that
without even knowing you know
….warm smile…