What Are We?

A major highway
connecting two towns?
Two bones connected
by ligaments?

Are we one or are we two?

Are we
—a hose & sprinkler?
—a tile & grout?
—a shingle & tar?
—a company & its scandal?

No.
We’re more like
the Puget Sound: water & shore—
hard to tell
where one ends
                         & one
     begins,

a connection unexplained
     but that can’t be denied.

For today's prompt, write a connection poem. The connection poem could be technical, like a phone connection or an internet connection. But it could also refer to a romantic connection or one of a kindred spirit. As an INFJ, I naturally make connections (often grand leaps in logic) all the time; I'm just hardwired that way.

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