Your accents are different.

That is all
though in attentiveness
you periodically panic
that you straddle continents.

But panicking is not periodic,
so let me reassure.

Remember the Bering Land Bridge
exists only under water—
a connection greater
than ocean ships shaking.

Were you impossibly in sync
(two conch shells around one head)
you would no longer be two,
instead overlapped
crest to trough,
no excitement to graph.

A wave alone
misses sea.
The dissonance of consonance
enables horizon.

And what would a world be worth
with no morning up
evening down
lunar cycle
out of step
nooks and crannies
catalysts, substrates
electrocardiograms.

You notice how light fills
the other’s lash. Enough to
cross from alone to another.

From somewhere sound,
to someplace quiet, you each listen
for the refractive index of the other

(like rays of light strike water,
the ocean is yours to walk).