Not I
(A meditation on the meaning of otherness. )
Today I feel my tongue in my mouth,
like a turtle in a cage--
It skids across the roof
and we consider “our” skull, dropping in
like Stonehenge through the gums.
Could it be that 6 Billions souls
share this feeling with me,
but never quite.
I will believe that the World is one
when you taste fish-paste soup,
and I cry, “Halleluiah,
that was good!”


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