Our voices come together to meet each other’s ears,
This is the culmination of our evolution
Society, biology and technology have
All arrived in the same place:
So we can talk.
The dinner table
– it was time to talk –
We have emotions
And somehow we know what they mean.
They are ineffable shapes within us
With no meaning other than something chemical.
And yet, they mean something concrete.
Happiness, sadness, tears and laughter
All mean nothing
Unless you put them in context.
If I am laughing
Am I psychotic, or am I ecstatic?
But this is why we are here
Just us two.
Sitting round this circular table with two
As we both have emotions,
And we both communicate.
“I am going to ask you questions.”
These are words to both of us,
It is not long before neither of us understand what I am saying
But only what I mean.
We have known each other for twenty one years,
And yet it is only know that we can ever understand.
My words fight your very soul
Just as they help you to see.
But they are doing the same for me.
As I put shapeless form of thought
To words, and to your eyes
We can start to see.
I could shout at you
But what could that do but blunt your ear drums
And my voice.
No piercing insight into
Giving ourselves an understanding.
We do not need to patronise ourselves
By pretending volume has effect.