brightest deepest yellow
with teal sparkling down
dripping down
it merges and becomes
something else
which we need
surrounding us
loving ourselves
home to our soul
each one
to recognize
the other
within the self
no malice
to hold
no more
is it needed
to differentiate
into separateness
into polarities
that swing
wildly from
side to side
we will merge
with time
to be one
no longer
swinging
to and fro
no longer judging
no longer laughing
or poking fun
at the other
for we are all
each one of us
the other
poem & painting by susan wind
11/16/24