it is with no small supply
of pebbles that we
pelt each others’
ponds
debris from the bottom
is stirred up
orange fish flash
among the green and blue
obscured by the silt
*
moments shared
show
shifted singular perceptions
history, disposition, and even gender
only parallax experience
knowing the different distance
between
me and you
the comparison of two
points of view
can give us any measure
of the one
event
Elisabeth Bee 