Or have you merged like eggs and milk
into a pudding, not one or the other,
but something quite different
Do you have to break the mirror
to open fresh eyes?
Are you and you one or two?
Something more or something less.
Are you more or less than one?
Your heart is not broken,
though sometimes it feels that way.
The cells of your body are separate
but collaborative and reciprocal.
Your sight is lighted by the
ground of being, but . . .
the question remains
who are you?
Caught between the generations
their different cultures,
Their expectations are at odds
and the older made promises
the younger could never keep …
and you are you, adapting.
© 2013 poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved