I think Mombasa is a woman

because

No man is an island

We pick up minute traits

from rubbing shoulders

with everyone and anyone

around us.

The slang, intonation,

phrases, laughter,

body feints,

Subtle cues

Even how we think.

Small prints are left on us

Over time

At the end,

we are a conglomerate of various DNA strands of everyone

Orbiting us.

Elliptically intertwined

Beautiful huh,

They all can pinpoint

their contribution to your life

Unique and grotesque

Yet, exotic and uncluttered

To each their path,

But what would we be

without the tributaries?

What?