Common Ground


All together, union formed, we must amassed

Be so alike that all is one,

Each gives up a little for the whole,

A mold presses us out of shape,

And all that remains is just a mound of stone.

Let me build alone, expand myself -

Thoughts lead on to thought and metals to mine -

Fire to colors

Randomly enmeshed, slash here

Or there,

You and I are bound to find a kinship

Deep beneath the ordered pile of rubble.

 

­ Sally Clay
1958

 


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