Threads and strings...
Threads and strings
and other things
tangle in our time -
and pull and push
and chill and choke
and mock and tease
and mime...
Sometimes the pattern
comes out clear
with meaning
and great heat -
it hugs us tight
through day and night
and makes our life
more sweet...
Other times it comes
out loose -
in complicated bits -
without a pattern
or a plan -
in pieces that
don't fit...
Some feel a zap
and see a path -
in all the tangled mess -
and blindly step
into their time -
and leave their mind
to rest...
Joy Weare,
2nd April, 2010.
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