Let’s not name it,
not that it doesn’t deserve a name. Only that
it yearns not to be labeled. Let’s not judge it
for what it isn’t or what we think

its supposed to be. Let’s be open to
its interpretation. Let each one of us bring
something to it, something personal,
something of ourselves. Let us share in

the intimacy of revealing, uncloaking,
unmasking this. Let’s read it on a different day,
a different month and year. Let’s see how it can
change, how it can weather time.