THERE COMES A TIME
There comes a time
when
quick as a flash
life zips, tips and tramples
outworn ideas.

All seems like a dream
too strange to consider
stark real.

It is then that I feel,
hidden somewhere,
a place and a time
real and waiting
for me to discover
within.

But now I’m debating
if I am the center
of my inner world
how do I enter
the worlds of the others?

Their worlds,
after all,
are their own.

Each has its own tone.

It’s via our thoughts
that we correspond,
that we listen, and learn
and finally respond.

I’m the star in their sky
while they twinkle in mine.
Our worlds overlap.
We intertwine.

Ute Kaboolian