Round Bales
Round Bales
They are wrapped around a private place
No one can reach
That corresponds to that place in us
No one can reach
Not a husband
Not a wife
The therapist tries
He takes his glasses off
Leans forward
But fails
Sometimes a dog will come close
An old dog
Who sighs when he lies down
Or a poet
Dead a hundred years
beautiful
DW Winnicott made a similar point in his paper Communicating and Not Communicating, a Study of Opposites.