A man is not a people

But to know a man is a narrow window to his people, to their history and future

I know your people are warm and honest

I wish I knew you

Thank you for the legends fireside

The glimpse of the sea from your eyes

My pages shut tight but I marvel in the memory of your fingertips on my spine

I wish you could have known me

Stupid with intelligence

awkwardness peeking around the mask of arrogance

You, the wisdom of guilelessness

You, an accomplished pain in the ass

This we opposites share in common

Could we’ve known each other?

It is not my way

to answer

And you are not accustomed to questioning

The question it seemed would always remain: cannot or will not?