two states

it shouldn't matter, but
somehow it does.
states being divided
by mere lines on a map,
a stripe of blue,
the river.
it shouldn't mean a thing,
the differences
between us and them,
how they behave,
we act.
the way they drive,
or talk,
or think, so different
across that line.
isn't it the same
air that we breathe,
the same
sun or moon above us.
strangely there seems to
be more to it,
than that.