My Worst Fear

your words

i should know by now

speak not of me, of us, or even of you

although they seem to say

this is futile

it's too difficult

we are too much not the same

the differences are vast

cultural, personal, habitual

and yet we are one

and always have been

.

when you flip that over your knee

take a good look at the other side

mutually exclusive and apparently commingled

the intertwined aeons of relationship

hold, and pulse, and do not let go

and there in that lighting crack moment

as you hurtle through space

just before impact

your heart and my heart hold hands

and together they skip

.

regardless of all interdependencies

shared history

imagined futures

we stand on ceremony

building upon the broken patterns

as individuals we rise

together

and face what's yet undone