Why do we live in a world,
Where we draw circles, Venn diagrams ?
Of the counts we call amity.
The loneliest place to be is an unshared
Conversation, looking at the ceiling,
And wondering what the other is doing,
Roof watching or dreaming, looking
At a star-filled sky. We all search for two-way infections,
Not inside the soul or groin,
But at a space, that has no anatomical definition,
But lives in presence, all over your body.
The greatest “ship” carries the cargo of warmth,
And goes from shoulder to shoulder,
To a harbor of many moorings.