Lines that intersect

Two dancers stand opposite each other
And start moving in concentric circles
Lines intersecting in spider web
Writing their own stories in monologues
Speaking to themselves in silence.

I watch their performance
And create my own pantomime
Crying and shouting and standing still.

There are things that seem similar
Maze and labyrinth sound indistinguishable
A parrot can speak on it’s own
An echo can’t.
We can hunt with a spear
Or a bow and arrow
One is easier to learn, the other harder.

Which animal is the first to walk the earth?
Which is the fastest and the weakest?
Shall I feel excited for the answers?

Past, present, future

Birds do not cry.
Though sometimes they look helpless.
Like when they are sunning on the beach
And high tide is coming
Why should sadness be inevitable?
You can look out to the sea
Imagine the sailboats racing
Or simply sailing leisurely.
Have patience with the past
In the midst of absurdities
There is time to differentiate
Optimism from hope.
Do not cry.