Connect the Dots

From about 40,000 feet up

I stare at the dots below

as they stare back up

at the little jet go.

And each of those dots

are points that connect

to form multiple plots,

each filled with intellect.

Often it seems like we are alone;

we stumble through life,

as a dot on our own

knowing such trouble and strife.

But, if we simply connect the dots

we might be able to see

with each line that we jot,

we simply allow love to be.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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