We Are One

In everyday time, we are separate divorced from one another by duty like words by spaces. Logic and imagination, conscience and emotion. Compartmentalized. Departmentalized. When she writes, it’s like we’re having a party we can mix and mingle and the words wash out onto a page. We are different mostly But sometimes we are the same, too. Her mind is awash with ideas, questions, half-formed answers as yet unpolished by the harsh scrub of scrutiny. When we’re together, We can bring those answers out, can bring those questions out, bring those ideas out. When we are one, We bring ideas out.