Intertwined

- Solamon Maxwell (New South Wales)

Your soul is not yours.

it’s everyone’s,

everyone you have ever met,

ever talked to,

ever glanced at.

Our souls tangle themselves up in each other,

Intertwined.

A child’s laughter,

Coming from a room away.

It intertwines with our souls,

as it lightens our days.

A glance with a stranger

held for a while longer.

No words were exchanged,

but our souls did wander.

A hug so warm,

a hug so tight.

And as we do,

our souls unite.