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.