what if I teach you
nothing and you teach me
nothing with great care
instead we might listen very closely
for shared blood pumping through us
like rivers toward some vast undulant pool between
us if we stare into each other’s
minds without blinking will we see
a swirl of color as pink & green & orange
as rainbow sherbet
or hear water moving over
rocks as if water’s words are sung
in blue deep notes of
perhaps it will be night
moonless but full of
stars yellow as the ones stuck
on children’s bedroom ceilings
then we might know all there is
to unknow