This is the way of our lives (poem)

The loom spanned the Garden of Eden
Myriads of color, texture
Saturated greens and golds, purple,
midnight blue and ruby red
Capped by the joyous tone of a nightingale
a slender silvery thread enhancing the weave.

The warp circles the earth.
Each (of us) weave but a little piece,
crisscrossing and connecting,
spanned by time.

The weft is
everyday tedium,
stupendous joy and
tremendous sorrow.

The yarn is
waterfalls and
oceans and
tears
Forests and mountains
and the laughter of children playing

This is the way of our lives.
The cloth patchy.
Wholesome and woolen touches upon
the sturdiness of denim
or delicate chiffon that breaks
if you tear it.

The secret of the loom is the spinning of the yarn
Thus befall parachute silk, spider filament,
baby wool and linen:
A parent's hand
A siblings tear
A lover gone
The star in the sky
The waves in the sea
You
and me.




20/11 2003 sign.