He thinks we are separate
he worked hard
for what is his alone

unaware I am
hands to his feet
water to his land
atom to his atom
veins to his leaf

unaware he is
lightening to my thunder
blue to my lightest, brightest green
roots to my flowers
handle of my cup

unaware he is
a voice to his rhythm
cells of his neighbor's blood
a far-away stranger's blood
a tusk of an elephant
the stranger is hunting

unaware he is
a star to their stars
seconds to their seconds
ignorance to their ignorance
wisdom to their wisdom
as I am

It may take until a last breath
a breath he thinks is his alone
that he realizes this.