If I lose you
Who am I?
Do I create as I speak
Or do I describe
After the fact?
Always running to catch up?
Enmeshed, dependent, nonexistent.
If I can’t say what I think
Then have I thought it at all?
Would there be a self
Without the simple vertical stroke
Of the letter ‘I’?
Would we have a sense of community
If language hadn’t put together W and E
To make it bigger than the sum of its parts?
Bigger than you, bigger than me
I is We
Even without telepathic connections
Or genetic mutations
That enable radical empathy.