Poem: Isthmus

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #9.)

each alone
you and i
we are surrounded
by the endless sea of we
face after face
stormy looks

what connects me to you
is only this thin strip
where our surfaces touch
pulling me into you

do i matter?
do you care?

is this moment only because
neither you nor I want
to be islands?

what does it mean to love?
do I need to be no longer be me?

when the tides rise to hide
the isthmus that connects us
will you return to me?

what does it mean?
what does it matter?

why do we care at all?

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