there hasn’t been a way to describe
the present experience
to anyone
so i end up listening
to their story
which always has the same result
of being overwhelmed
with grief
and awe
and a sense that
my present experience
isn’t to be described to anyone
rather it is being lived
through a shared moment
some eye contact
a meal
and ubuntu in the face of
how fucked this world is
there hasn’t been a way to describe
