Together Apart
It's a sort of aching
We share.
Questions of
Our mortality
Blow in the wind,
Behind our windowpanes.
Windowpanes that have become our spectacles as
We observe
What we cannot change
And struggle to recognize
What we cannot see.
But we are not fully divided in
Our isolation.
The human spirit calls to
Us.
She sings, her hair rustling
In the trees.
Calling
Past our open windows,
She's stitched together in
Our kitchens.
And communicated
On our Tv's
Our Computers.
We as man and womankind are now somewhat
Divided.
But nevertheless,
Together we stand.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world