The Poetry Of Tao Writer – Here We Are, Again

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl G Jung

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)

Here We Are, Again

I don’t know where you came from —
a dream I had long ago,
now remembered?
Perhaps we met as travelers do
at a crossroad between destinations.
Maybe on a crowded bus going to
jobs which neither of us loved, or
in a smoke filled bar, waiting for
last call before going home
to our empty beds.
I might have been a servant
in your court, washed your feet
with honeyed goat’s milk.
Or you a courtesan, awarded me
the night before battle
and my warrior’s death.
Endless possibilities
which no longer matter.
For here we are again,
together — for the first time.