By and through the medium and miracle of words, some of us have come so far in imagining each other that I think one of our greatest gifts and advantages is the very unlikelihood we will ever meet in the flesh. This is much less an antisocial view than a matter of looking upon our relationships as we do a changing sky full of painted clouds, or flowers breaking into bloom. At the same time, I recognize that the exact opposite might be true, that our hearing of voices, hugging, and clasping of hands could well be the crowning good fortune of our lives. And yet, now that I have written it, even that moment is being imagined and experienced through words.
You’ve noticed, I suppose,
that the flesh knows precisely
when two minds meet.
Poems, Slightly Used, March 30, 2010
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