As if bound
to a collective chorus
our words sing to us
their bindings hand-stitched,
each one, to the leather
binding of our heart.

Beyond this serendipity of light,
all causeways to our own
self-assurance are caught unawares
by our words, a literary Cambridge
to the other side, so by chance,
the movement (of recognition) becomes
a soliloquy of timelessness.

This, our journey together, brings a
synchronicity of this same heart of
word-love – and it is this profound moment
of unity, as we sing our words together,
some will intersect in a choreography
of unison on the stage of our oneness
as we think, speak and write
in the same love together.
© K. James Ribble