We are all speaking and eating each other at the same time

Turbulent,

as if merely expecting something

different

could shape the future.

I hear a calling sound

like an owl

like a night creature,

mixed with the possibility

that my ears deceive me

and it’s another person

passing by on the street below.

Turbulent,

as if each of our choices isn’t

what becomes 

the sum total of

our life.

And now is it a conversation

between

potentially imaginary

owl and a new sound like

a cat in heat.

Who is predator, who is prey

depends on what moment

you view the story

but mostly

from the comfort of my private home

it sounds

like dialogue.

Turbulent,

as if 

each of our 

expectations

becomes 

the sum total of

our future.