Meeting Halfway - Kim Stafford
Behold this empty space
between your certainty and
mine,
this area of sunlight free
of claim and counterclaim,
this bright meadow where no
one
has shouted, bullied, or begged,
where butterflies are
sovereign,
where birdsong is our
legislation, where you walk
and I could walk
out into the open, look
around,
and speak - first of children,
then of our dreams, and only
then
of the work we will do
together,
