…se, I would not walk away,
nor would I draw my spear.
I would reach out for his hand and look deep
into the eyes of the other to see if I might find
a reflection of us — fragments in that unknowable space.
I would try to find a companion in the other
and learn how he might help me better understand mysel…
What a thought-provoking poem, Fran. I just went on reading and read it again. Thanks so much for sharing.