Poetica: Fancy meeting you here!

Have we met somewhere?

I do not recall your face.

though it mirrors mine.

Humans are alike –

despite a stony surface,

we can yet be one.

Our tribe has wandered,

far from its primeval home,

forgot common roots.

Color, shape distract

from reflecting what's within.

Sit down, let's begin.

Tell me your story,

whence it came, how it’s going,

and I’ll tell you mine. 

Variety rich, 

our tales make peace, piece by piece,

finding connection.