To be Understood [Poem on 6/18/12]

I was climbing something, big, strong,

immoveable.

But this small spider web caught me as it was

in a glimpse of sunlight.

The wind it swayed her ever so slightly and

I was reminded I am fragile.

How different it is to be

fragile but not scared.

To feel alive in the sensation

of your entire world changing.

Feeling alive is truly real when you

know that when the

entanglement of strings, that is your world

is untied.

You still have another who understands.

To be understood.

To be understood.

On the contrary, I am that tangled mess

of fragile parts, but somehow you’ve

unwrapped me without breaking a string.

They say two snowflakes are

never the same,

but if we were snowflakes,

we’d be close enough in wiring and design

that when put together

sky-falling and dancing would

ignite our movements enough to create a

music that, simply,

only you could understand.

Now, I am honest, my passion it’s

everywhere, but I’m tired.

Somehow you match me.

I am the pen

but it’s you who’s writing.

To be understood.

You feel me like the bird feels the wind.

The bird, it knows the wind.

The flower knows the sun.

And the bear, it knows hibernation.

Like awaking from a deep sleep

I’m here and I am now because

we dream simultaneously and

with you, I grow.

We understand the entirety

not by its parts but the being

that is you. me.