Who is this man talking to himself,
\nlaughing, crying, finding comfort
\nin the sound of his voice?
\nPerhaps I\u2019ve split into twos and
\nthrees for company.
\nDoes the world have only one voice
\nfor its infinity of multitudes?
\nWhen I leave the walls of my life
\nI go where the children go,
\nand listen to them speak
\nto their invisibles,
\nand learn how never to be
\nwithout friends.<\/p>\n
How beautiful they let them in
\nto play and hang out.
\nThey do not mind who is imaginal
\nand who is not.
\nThey do not lock themselves in closets
\nwhere eyes can\u2019t see,
\nthe heart drowns,
\ndreams pass into the walls
\nand the imagination asks,
\nis anyone at home?
\nAre you playing hide and seek?
\nor are you angry,
\nrefusing to speak to anyone,
\neven yourself?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Who is this man talking to himself, laughing, crying, finding comfort in the sound of his voice? Perhaps I\u2019ve split into twos and threes for…<\/p>\n