threads
They traveled their alleys of circumstance,
playing hide and seek
within sight of each others' emotions.
Sometimes, by sheer chance
they gathered each other in dance,
playful touch, taking care
to step on each others' bare feet,
one falling, then the other at alternate times
they weaved their criss-crossing threads,
clinging silken embrace
holding briefly, then breaking.
Even glaciers and continents
have stories of drifting and melting to tell
fleeting, to them, like images of us
our humanness making us
less hard and less patient
to pass our life's corners
empty-handed,
yearning to repeat chance encounters.
Jon Bohrn (2000)

 

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