If clouds can soften all at once,
so can hearts, so can long-entrenched
opinions, and all our expectations
There is a language
beneath the languages,
there is a way we know
that we don’t know of,
there may be sudden sparks
that arc across the seeming distance,
showing us, at last, that we are one.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2018
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