Boundaries

Where shall I draw the boundary line
between what I see and I feel,
between the world that others know
and what to me is real?

Your world I see with clarity;
the containers you all fit in,
they stretch away to infinity,
their edges hard and thin.

Within my world grey shadows dance
the images waver and blur;
uncertain I am if the cave is me
or if I am it …or her.

How shall I draw the boundary line?
With a brush that's loaded and wet
so the colours will run, and link
us all. That's as close as I'll get.