by
one to another. We strengthen
our babies’ swaddling beginnings,
then loosen the ties so they can
wiggle in the wind like spring kites
soaring to new heights, finding
themselves. We are harmonious,
sturdy threads carefully woven
into the fiber of society,
where weak fabric frays. Some souls
fall through the holes into despair
and confusion and suffering.
We who are strong gather together
to tighten the knots and knit a net
of safety to catch those falling—
a shawl of comfort to dry their tears
and wrap their fears in courage.
We teach them to make their own shawls,
to become the threads that bind us,
one to another—with trust, with love.
How gorgeous, Mary Ellen, this is beautiful! What language. I believe this is a poem about women, yes, I do! A metaphor indeed, what do you think? It's women who do the looming, we are truly the threads.
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Very beautiful, Mary Ellen, thank you.
ReplyDeleteLOL I have to disagree with Sans. I think it's about us as a species. I think the poet is saying it takes everyone to make us A species. What's that old saying? I can't quite remember how it goes but it says something like "There's no I in team." Aren't, as humans, a team to make it through this world?
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It is like knitting filled with holes and strands to cling onto should you fall through.
ReplyDeleteAlone you go through life with a safety harness and miss the pleasure.
Oh..isn't it wonderful when humanity empowers and tends to others in this world? I often think that if The Golden Rule was followed by all of humanity that the world would be a much kinder place.
ReplyDeleteTrust and love...such valued threads in a life!
What a simple yet profoundly wise poem this is...and thank you for wrapping us in this wisdom!