Alone Together
by Michael Feeley
I THINK ABOUT me and you.
One and All – Individual and Collective – Self and World.
We are not alone. We are together. Connected. United and Unique.
These are beautiful words from the poem Belonging by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer.
And if it’s true we are alone,
we are alone together,
the way blades of grass
are alone, but exist as a field…
Thanks – Michael (he, him)
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Here is the entire poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer:
Belonging
And if it’s true we are alone,
we are alone together,
the way blades of grass
are alone, but exist as a field.
Sometimes I feel it,
the green fuse that ignites us,
the wild thrum that unites us,
an inner hum that reminds us
of our shared humanity.
Just as thirty-five trillion
red blood cells join in one body
to become one blood.
Just as one hundred thirty-six thousand
notes make up one symphony.
Alone as we are, our small voices
weave into the one big conversation.
Our actions are essential
to the one infinite story of what it is
to be alive. When we feel alone,
we belong to the grand communion
of those who sometimes feel alone—
we are the dust, the dust that hopes,
a rising of dust, a thrill of dust,
the dust that dances in the light
with all other dust, the dust
that makes the world.
