Wavelength

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They were sitting on the thin mattress
He’d once rolled & carried up the four floors 
To his room only to find it covered nearly all 
Of the bare wood
Leaving just a small path alongside the wall

& between them was the sack
Of oranges & pears she’d brought its neck 
Turned back to expose the colors of the fruit
& as she opened a bottle of wine
He reached over to a tall stack of books
& pulled out The Tao & with a silly flourish 
Handed it across the bed to her she looked up 
& simply poured the two squat water glasses 
Half-full with wine & then she
Took the book reading silently not aloud 
As he’d assumed & suddenly he felt clearly 
She knew the way
Two people must come upon such an understanding 
Together of course but separately
As the moon & the wave remain individually one

© David St. John