Me, Myself, and Sarah

You and me-- all that lights
upon us, brings us together
like a fiddle bow drawing
one voice from two strings
~Rilke

It all started when my name was on a poem by her, us both being in this magazine, us both being named Sarah. We dedicated our copies to ourselves, to each other. I guess it probably started before then, like when we met in poetry class, or when i gave her my mittens. We travelled together to Stratford, Ontario in 2001 and had a great time. We were separated by time and space, but reunited via e-mail, and in person in 2007. We still refer to each other as each other, and it's party a joke, but it is also partly true. We are kindred.