Unspoken Bond

by Chris Kessler

I do not speak your language,
Perhaps I never will.
I do not know your customs,
Your ways, your family, your skill.
But, what I do know is your movement.
I know your steps, your strength, your fear.
I do not know your culture,
But, through motion, we are distinctly near.
You are my brother,
Though we will never share a family.
You are my equal,
Though you will never meet me.

Through years of reflection,
I have come to realize,
Distance is not an obstacle;
It is only a thin disguise.