I show you a blue sky
but cannot know
if the blue you see
is the same as for me.
This light might not shine as bright
this birdsong not sound as soft.
I give to you this piece of fruit
but is it as sweet for you?
I cannot know.
Side by side we stand
and watch the world
in a blur move past
but the story you tell
is not the same as mine.
What seems black and white
is often shades of gray
tinted by a world
we cannot know.
© Michele Markley 2011
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