If I look carefully enough,
I can see all my siblings
in me. This one's eyes, 
that one's hair, this one's cheeks, 
that one's grin.

Distance deepens
what's on the surface.
Somewhere in Austin,
somewhere in LA,
somewhere up the road, 
hands like mine do work
I'll never understand.

And as the next generation
bears fruit of different seeds,
if I look carefully enough,
I can see the roots 
that ground us all. 

To grow old is
to grow deeper,
to grow stronger, 
to be rooted
in one another.

Photos by François Brunelle for an article on non-related doppelgangers. In Spanish, "raíces" means "roots".