We move around in our bubbles
trying not to bump into each other
til we run into a kindred spirit
then wonder why we bothered
They say, Can you
show me something real?
Can you teach me how to feel?
Can you offer a better deal?
Can we somehow each other heal?
And hope breaks out like wildfires
in a dry and windy land
that what might possibly happen
could be better than what was planned