Borders

There is a border between my neighbor's house and mine Yet, when the leaves fall and the snow has covered the ground

The border is irrelevant as we work together

To clean shared spaces and paths

We have created impenetrable walls between our religions

Standing firm in our own "rightness" and rituals

Yet, we are the children of a boundaryless God

Who knows no religion or barriers

My husband and I joke about the border in the middle of the bed

We each get an exact number of lines on the headboard

Yet, we instinctively reach over to hold hands

Falling asleep across the imaginary line

I look in the mirror and think I'm looking at myself

Yet, leaning in to look more closely, others emerge

Generations of traits passed through the decades

A unity with all who came before me