Common Ground

 

We’re all standing on it.

The Common Ground.

Underneath our very feet

is the basis of all compromise;

if you believe that sort of thing.

Which you should.

 

The Common Ground,

seems far more controversial

than I thought it would be.

Some say it’s flat, some say it’s fake,

some say mole/reptile people

live beneath it.

 

If we can agree that we stand

on a planet called Earth,

we have a place to start talking

to each other about everything

taking place on its surface.

Unless you think we’re called something else.

 

Which we’re not.

It’s Earth.

It’s Round.

It spins around a star we call the Sun.

We have a Moon.

We’ve been there.

 

The ground;

might be cement, dirt, mud,

shale, cobblestone, thatch,

tile, or electric disco dancefloor,

is all here, on Earth, under our

feet.

 

A perpetual place to start;

common ground,

we agree on one thing,

then it’s easier to agree,

to see someone’s perspective,

to be sympathetic, empathetic,

and open.

 

To the common losses,

sadness’s, joys, all of us

endure as we move about this

complicated common ground,

and the rock on which we build.