I am Africa: a Half Poem in Figuratives

In this room I am Africa.
A continent all my own,
unique in my particularities
and systems. She is Asia
and her systems
do not match mine.

But we are the same because
we breathe the same,
we each respond in boundless rhythms
to the sun,
and springtime tastes of sweet
rain and child laughter
in both our souls.

And the stars which dance above
our skies echo
a dawn that has travelled night
to be found by our edges.

My systems are strong,
hers slick,
I drink of the well,
she drinks of the sea,
these are our hours,
tidy and chaotic,
organisms categorized in time
that does not pass.

My friend,
I am Africa,
unique in my particulars.