When
human beings talk,
some
unseen creatures gawk.
Dimensional
amazement at us
is
their fare. Though
we
don’t know they’re there,
we’ll
sometimes, vaguely, through
the
air, sense waves of their
bewilderment
and joy. They watch
our
gestures, hear our voices
and
each one rejoices
in
the miracle we manifest.
Passing
every test – possessed
of
language, and the rest –
we
seem to them to speak to
and
to hear each other with such
strange
unplanned, offhand
abandon.
Conversation is more
beautiful
than we may
understand.
So when we talk,
they
gawk, and think we’re grand.
.
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