Fast typing - "Dear —"

I am not land or timber nor are you ocean or celestial body, but rather we are the small animals we have always been.

The land and the sea know each other at the threshold where they meet, as we know something of one another,

having shown, at different times, some bit of flesh, some feeling.

We call the showing knowing instead of practice.

We seem to say, at different times, A feeling comes.

What is the metaphor for two animals sharing the same space?

We share a practice, you and I, a series of postures.

Here is how I become a tree

and you a body in space.