First comes everything.

Some of what is, I think,
some of what I think, I say,
and some of what I say, you hear.

Each tier, a fraction of the one that came before-

a scrap from which
we grasp
at understanding.

What lies within

those silent moments,
clouded eyes.
those “neverminds?”

The in-between

of what you
share with me
I’ll never know.