three strands

we are easily broken
weaving and washing
three rivers flowing in and out of this ocean we are
one continent to the next
managing to hold tight stretched
across and below
the waters of
one another.

dragging in and pulling towards the center always
as we each go our own
way
of the fool
trying to thrive
and survive the battles we siege
but this fortress within
these ties that we've bound
hold.

and these sisterstrands
belong.
love, above and below.  these waters we are.