The Scarlet Tapestry
(for Rohima)
The thin, red thread of heartblood connecting
My pinkie to yours is visible only
In the dark spaces between us.
Stories played and intimacies made,
The string tangles and stretches,
But the fiber never breaks.
Our Encounter follows no plot other than
what you & I create in the moment-
A moment neither random nor accidental.
Like threads held by the Greek Moirai,
Ours flow from our hearts through our hands,
Tying me to you in a way I still don’t comprehend.
Confounding as it is,
Earth-shatteringly frustrating, in fact, but
I haven’t given up trying to understand.
- January 2019
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