Sarah Gail Hutcherson
In passing through others
I heard her name
And she heard mine
One day
We detected and determined
Something quite similar
Not acted upon
Only shared and discussed
We attempted to arrange
And engineer the similarity
Yet still to this day
Only a dream
Of warm coastal drifters
And north east storm dwellers
By three names she goes by
Like children who show and tell
With hidden secrets
And the push of pull
Of wondering
And the constant wandering
From state to state
In the unconscious state
Of our minds
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.29.13:21:02@130BklynNYC