Who like pictures
With thousands of years
Between us.
You speak in images
With dyes and charcoal sticks
And show me your world
In fleeting glimpses,
All the things
Important to you.
I feel close
As if reaching back in my mind
But you have no voice
Speaking inside,
Still I see your world
And it's not unlike mine.
So I paint
What you might have said
Feeling your thoughts
Inside my head
Making marks
On a computer screen instead.