They had been taught to think
the truth was
an observable entity
that stood between them,
and one or another of them
could be more right
about what it was.
They were willing to allow
the actual truth might be subjective —
Her truth and his, mine and yours —
Colors and perspectives altered
by our points of view.
They didn’t know
that truth is not an object at all
but is a chord of harmony
that comes into tune
like a radio wave
and becomes the whole sound
and renders all vision one.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2013