when I met you
everything fell
into place (out of time)
things -
although they were never devoid of meanings -
finally started making sense
suddenly I knew
how the tiny chicken felt tightly fit in his lonesome egg running out of air (no one ever told him he can hatch so how did he figure it out?)
why the yellow balloon caught in the vortex of wind was dancing in the sparkling trash of chocolate wrapping in an empty courtyard
and lots of other important things
none of which would get me employed
so I am not adding them to my cv
when I met you
I knew that you met me too
although I was yet to discover
who I am when you are
where I end and you begin
where you end and I begin
and whether there is a border
whether we are two separate states
that can be at war with each other
engage in cultural and economic exchange
or we are one and the same planet
where the rivers that feed my valleys
start in your highlands