Partners Soar in 2004 by Lisa Singh Within the words Of songs flowing in the wind People live In state or province Prisoners of pictures Written with the indelible ink of a mind Formed through experiences long ago forgotten Yet There is a bridge in Windsor Where people meet and mingle Telling their story Shaking hands For the dating game of dollars In multiple shades of colo(u)r And a bus drives passengers South one year And north another (we hope) So the eligible bachelor/ettes Can share a perspective A snapshot of their lives Beyond the invisible wall That binds us to our home

Grab my hand at the bridge And take me to your side For just a little while Break down the image formed From inexperience Remove the fear of unknown sounds Speaking different tongues Let’s walk – you and me In the paths of ancestors And those who walked before But are forgotten and lost Let’s walk while I tell you of my city The triumphs and the struggles And you tell me of the languages in yours The multitude of tongues and different voices That make ours seem so similar Are we the same? Hiding beneath a veil of difference… Maybe Can we shake hands on that? Eh… ©2004, Lisa Singh.