One life is in shadow
One life is in plain sight
In this way
Both are hidden
From the outsider's view
There is little or no conversation
Among the chiaroscuro
Small steps may have been taken
Yet it is the in silence
Where the giant strides are made
From hotel bedrooms
To solid stone archways
From museums and galleries
To ice creams
Taken in the square
On the ledge
Watching and waiting
For others to appear
A new letter is written
As if from the third man
All nonsense
And missed conversations
With the invisible beauty
Hidden by ether and distance
Covered by joy and sadness
