Like wandering through a gallery and fastening on a particular painting and letting it become your universe for seconds at a time, like flipping through the pages of a novel until a certain passage claims your attention, its sense and illusion spilling into your mind, like meeting a stranger at a cafe or airport and feeling a sudden rapport that has no explanation beyond the shared time, a poem is a voice from the end of the bridge that leads to another mind, speaking in tongues of flesh and blood, laughter and fire, revealing the selves we harbor and define. Appeared in Aoife's Kiss