Author’s Note

This piece wasn’t planned.

It started as a stream of thought—just letting whatever was there come out without trying to shape it into something clean or intentional.

Somewhere in that flow, a pattern surfaced.

The realization that you can share a label with someone—same country, same language—and still feel like you’re speaking from completely different worlds.

This isn’t about rejecting where I’m from.

It’s about acknowledging that belonging isn’t always defined by it.

— Rowan Evans

Two Americans
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Time flies
when you’re lost inside
a wandering mind
as days turn to nights.

It’s a cycle—
thoughts repeat,
recycled.

Up before the sun,
still up
when the day is done.

I smile
when the moon
greets me.

Waves crash down
as thoughts echo out—
it’s the tide
that leads me.

Drifting at sea,
looking for a place
that’ll hold me.

It’s not here.

I’m not a
star-spangled,
salute-the-flag
patriot.

I don’t understand
nationalistic
points of view.

That’s why I drift a lot—
lost in thought
like I forgot
how to talk.

“You’re an American?”
“Me too.”

“You speak English?”
“Me too.”

Then why
does it feel like
two different languages
when I speak
with you?

Two Americans.

Two different
cultural views.

Same place—
but never
felt the same.

Journey into the Hexverse!

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[Coordinates of Escape]
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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]