to the rest of the world, clouds of fog conceal the everyday
drives, the laughter, the kisses even
and maybe that's what makes a writer different-
our worlds are not pierced by rays of light shredding the darkness
our worlds are made of light, made of clarity,
and so, when it comes time to speak the truth
to finally say out loud what they were both thinking
it comes as no surprise, not a shock, no huge change
because we've seen it the whole time.