Coming to the Center

We find ourselves entering

a corridor of language,

she from the eastern door, and I

from the west.  We take steps,

toward each other, tentative

at first, saying our greetings,

each in our respective language,

neither understanding much

at all of the other, except our

nervous smiles, and as we come

closer, she speaks some words

picked up from me, and I from her,

communication growing, until

we meet in the middle, each

fluent in the mutual language

of love, transcending all vocabulary.

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