Path 6: Connection
Healing through mutual recognition
A circle drawn on a paper
a container created on a sheet of plant fiber
is a boundary of presence.
The circle is there, no doubt,
but how much can one thin line of ink do to neglect
the closely knit strands underneath?
I can touch skin
a handshake, a kiss
and though the ink comes close to mixing
it never will.
Our circles will never cross
and our paper will never tear.
Our paper will never tear,
no, the plain on which we stand is rigid
our eyes perceive this
our fingers caress this
But
our hearts
they do not know this.
Erythrocytes carry their respective gasses to and fro
between cells
between bodies
No, ink can’t divide us from what surrounds us.
The unreachable fantasy
is simultaneously a nightmare all too real.
No we are not circles
but illusory pieces of a world shared
the meeting of which shows
nothing can be missing from whole pieces.
About the Creator
Noah Rodriguez
A multiracial gay med student/writer and NYC native. I believe identity is something that is creatively built, discovered, shared, and transformed, and healing can come from that.
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