Trenz Pruca

You and I

We sing the same songs
you and I.


We prefer the adventure of discovery 
to the safety of knowledge;
white lies  becoming
black truths;
air as thick as aspic
with a clammy heaviness 
and a tang of ozone;  
the subtle chill 
when the sun is gone.


The world is too complex for most things.

Neither purely right nor wrong.
Words, actions, even intent  
depends upon 
who does the viewing
and who is being viewed.


The things we mean

to do.
rarely match

our accomplishments.


We have no idea 
what we’ve cost each other
nor the faintest trace
of understanding.


You and I
sing the same songs.