A Poem Summons a Reader

Your life
and my life
are
stones
thrown
Into a pond,
Two ground zeroes
where we
ripple,
our waves radiating:
books | paper | pens | ink
amplifying
&
dampening
the non-thought
of
our way of being
in the world—

a poem.

How will you
be
in the world?
Making much of yourself,
another
sad
kerplunk
Near mine?