your life is a thread intertwined,
interconnected with mine
our friends, the passing people
the problems, the blessings
spinning, weaving
in and out
over, under
back and forth
picking up, dropping, cutting, adding
with this one hand
I'll grab your other
You grab theirs and off we go
A tapestry to make
We'll find loose ends and tie them up
Snip the splits
and trim the edges
as this tapestry is growing
Like ants toward the bread crumb
Our lives are amassing
coloring the wall
until the nails that hang us can no longer be seen
through the master weaver
coordinating the colors
with each unique square
on that paint-by-numbers map
I'll stand here
If you'll stand there
Here's my end,
Let's make this beginning
Take each
tiny
delicate
silver
celestial
glass
piece
(I'll grab the last one out from your poor eye)
and meld your mirror together there
as I plant my own here
And as standing tapestries
Look.
