That moment of finding—both of us—a word, a god, a universe
—there, in that moment, we knew. We knew
we’d found something—we’d been found—both of us.
Our bodies and sounds, our aromas, philosophies, sentiments—scars
—every single one. We learned, in that moment
we became educated—drawn out—hurt and healed.
Merely to see our faces—both of us—for what they are
—to find and be found, merely once. Embraced
by notions or laughter or fears or imaginary beings—once.
And by our silence we agreed. Quiet being more able than—words
—every single one. What we permit, in any moment
testifies to our education, we learned—both of us—found.