Ambiguity

A glance, a word, a movement
An email, a text, a joke

Volatility lurks at every corner of communication

Could he mean this?
Did she mean that?
Did they want this?
Do they prefer that?

The lines are blurry
The path foggy
The connection spotty

Each unsure what the other means
Yet each afraid of questions that seem -
Stupid, rude, unnecessary

Over the fog some yell
Shouting over and over again
Repeating, repeating, repeating
A hundred words of the same meaning

Then there are some
Walking through a fog
Bumping into each other
Smiling as each recognise
The same uncertainty

Asking "How do you do?"
As the other speaks in Latin
Yet a bond builds

Reading not from the lips
But from the heart

Hearing not from the ears
But from compassion

Seeing not from the eyes
But from understanding

The fog clears
As two hands meet
In mutual greeting

Not of Minds
But of Souls