Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
~ Anatole France
We’ve lived our lives and not
Seen each other, never met
we looked up at the same stars
felt the same things, tried
to give kindness to strangers
oh what an evening it is now
together in the same light
beneath the same lamp?
we were young and vigorous
for a time, and now both have
graying temples and diamond truths
to take from the particular obstacles
of our birth and fate, though
your exclamations stir my heart
with the spiritual truth of your wonder
and the honesty of your perception
we ask if we could have become good friends?
perhaps it as as though we were there
all along, from what direction did we come?
that such similar souls could have
not known each other, it seems unreal
in the rainy summer night, walking in the dew
with ten cups of things to talk about
tomorrow we will just be two spirits
in a boundless world of human affairs.