Weaving Words

Unless you look carefully, what you see of me is smooth and fully formed.

In this snap-shot tapestry, this pattern, this detail down deep,

each person is a trajectory pulled taut.

Their perfect intersection with

The weft of my words cuddled up close creates

My narrative

Filling the spaces between them and me. I bind them all together.

Take it. Hold it. Turn it in your hands.

From which aspect do you see yourself?

I become the space to be filled. The connector connected.

Come closer. Closer still.

Do you see the dropped threads, the failure of shuttle-skipped plans?

Do you see the unevenness? the debris caught beneath?

Once knowing, can you forgive this tender mistake?