Poetry speaks to me

When we might ask did we begin to share that existence

What have we overlooked

Nostalgia is another name for one's sense of loss at the thought
that one has sadly gone along happily overlooking some
thing, who knows what

Perhaps there were three things, no one of which made sense
of the other two

A sandwich, a wallet a giraffe

Logic tends to force similarities but that's not what we mean
by 'sharing existence'

-Lyn Hejinian