The magical night
A brightly lit dining room
Our families meet for the first time
Breaking bread
Sharing laughter, ideas, joy, grievances, concerns, anger, tears, smiles, each other
Aesthetically pleasing consonance
The ambiance of human interaction
Gives my life meaning
Loneliness never again
There are meaningful days ahead
We are in my room
Duelists dancing together
What are we doing?
I truly have no idea
Again the ambiance
The smell of reciprocation and mutuality
Black Ice, Hibiscus blossom and Aloe scent
The moments are ecstasy. The moments are bliss. The moments are the essence of all humanity
Ever wants and needs
It does not matter what we are doing
Now we leave my room
Retrieve our coats from our dining chairs
And step out into the wintry night
I try to take her hand
So we may walk together
She refuses it, runs slightly ahead
All the while whispering something indecipherable
Then she cries out, “This won’t work.”
I’m confused
Afraid, Did I do something wrong?
Instinctively, my first supposition
I have to shout across the snowy white landscape
“Why won’t it work? We love each other. Our families are finally together.”
She’s crying now
She sits on the neighbor’s stoop
I’m so afraid
So afraid of losing her
Loss is something I’m familiar with
In some manner, we are all familiar with
I can not live if I lose her
I sit down next to her
Vigorously but gently embrace her
Black ice, Hibiscus blossom and aloe
Scents will not be my memory
They will be a complement to her presence
She returns my embrace
Her simple aliveness is infectious
We are being persons
We rely on the fact that we are
And that something new will form
If only she has the courage to let go and I to respond
She lets go
Something is troubling her
She perceives some difference
That can not be rectified
She tells me about it
I respond
I exhibit empathy
I share her concern
I let her know that it is something we will share
That she will not have to go it alone
I reassure her
That no superficial problem
Can come between two agents bound by love
This is our common condition
The way in which we thrive
Never is it not enough to overcome
Now we sit in silence
Still in passionate embrace
Engrossment, Motivational displacement, reciprocity
Together we stare into the moonlight
In mutual awe, wonder, and joy
Of what we have engendered
Into our world
The world of humanity
Reflective Thinking 