by Belinda Munoz on August 3, 2011


Two bodies
bound by the hour of birth
skin craving touch
instincts poised for survival
equal in every way

Yet worlds apart

Like twin stars
forming in separate galaxies
one destined to shine
the other, to vanish like a supernova

Two human beings –
tangled in human doings
wedged by disparate circumstances
one thrives on good, rich soil
the other languishes on dry, cracked land
– unlinked by one’s breath fading too soon.


Does survival have to depend on geography?
Is Somalia another opportunity to strengthen the bonds of humanity?

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{ 11 comments… read them below or add one }

1 brian August 3, 2011 at 5:36 am

you know its an interesting question as we have no control where we are born or the family we are born into…anddepending on your geography your circumstances vary wildly….thoughtful write…


2 Claudia August 3, 2011 at 6:50 am

love how you start this…Two bodies
bound by the hour of birth… great – and i agree with bri…very thoughtful seems so unjust and we can’t change geography or where we are born but we can help those who are living on the dry, cracked land


3 poemblaze August 3, 2011 at 7:19 am

Great writing. I especially liked:

Two human beings –
tangled in human doings
wedged by disparate circumstances


4 Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri August 3, 2011 at 8:46 am

This is such a evocative post. The images are haunting Belinda. And yes, I do believe, that geography is one’s destiny.

This is one of my favorite pieces of poetry by you. xoxo


5 Talon August 3, 2011 at 10:16 am

It’s a strange world where we take for granted that we’ll always have the good rich soils…the tides could seriously turn and maybe that’s another reason to reach out and make a difference while we still can. Always thought-provoking, Belinda, beautiful and touching, writing from you.


6 Anna Montgomery August 3, 2011 at 1:18 pm

We always have a way and an ethical imperative to reach to our brothers and sisters, to ameliorate the soil in far away lands, because as you so aptly point out no one’s life should fade through a difference in geography.


7 ayala August 3, 2011 at 1:55 pm

Belinda, I love this. A few weeks ago my best friend and I discussed this, how we have no control what family and circumstance we are born into. This situation in Somalia is heartbreaking. I wish more people cared to act upon the great need there.


8 hedgewitch August 3, 2011 at 4:18 pm

I’ve always felt this so strongly, that everything we have or don’t have is an accident of birth, and that there has to be a way to bring the imbalance around and make things simple and functional for everyone. Money can help, but people are the real resource, I think. A well-written and intelligent poem, as always here.


9 Joe Hesch August 3, 2011 at 6:08 pm

Your premise of shared existences, but with the drastic differences because of geography and culture is a brilliant framework for your thoughtful words. Timely and beautiful.


10 Jannie Funster August 4, 2011 at 12:53 pm

Belinda, I don’t know why these is such disparate desperation in this world. Some say it’s governments, but I think when we come right down to it it IS geography. And topography. Very astute here.



11 Marci | Liberating Choices August 5, 2011 at 7:43 am

Beautifully, poignant Belinda. And, sad to think of the twin star vanishing on the other side of the world.


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