Kala, Kyla and I
By Pat Christian
So often we entered among strangers we knew.
We talked in the usual sincerish ruses
and always warmed to the occasion,
becoming intimate, then more distant
with others, sometimes even fooling ourselves.
But were not Kala, Kyla and I the triad,
understanding even by glances and body dances.
So close, understanding too well each other
so to ever to be more than best friends.
Close as family, brother and sisters one.
We sometimes entered among strangers we knew
talked in the usual ruses; yet we understood,
warming to secrets we held intimately,
distant only to others, not allowed to fool ourselves,
Kayla, Kyla and I.