The Dream of a Common Language #2

It’s simple to wake from sleep with a stranger,

dress, go out, drink coffee,

enter a life again...

It isn’t simple

to wake from sleep into the neighborhood

of one neither strange nor familiar

whom we have chosen to trust... 

Trusting, untrusting,

we lowered ourselves into this, let ourselves

downward hand over hand as on a rope that quivered

over the unsearched…. 

We did this. Conceived

of each other, conceived each other in a darkness

which I remember as drenched in light.

I want to call this, life.

― Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language

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