one become two

in this corporeal world
of knowing revealed
the sweep between us
a most sacred ground

I prop the door open
breathe air washed clean
by a day of hard rain
even daffodils bow

as I walk my locale
I greet neighbors
as friends—smiles
and warm wishes
for a marvelous day

they may think
we’re separate
I don’t mind at all
for I know the truth
we are one become two

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.