The Poetry of Misunderstanding

in the finest light of an evening
swollen with possibility, of the imagined
good, the most intense rendez-vous
she found herself discombobulated
while leaving a voice message for
a beloved neighbor, whose love was
tightly wound around her, all held
within a single shawl, as we are all
poor in this world of much confusion,
of too much work, in our attempts to
sound as deep, as intelligent as
the other, although not meant to be.