A ball of string suspended in the void, one end let loose.
A trumpet is playing Life’s music.
The Mother is quietly seated, holding the string between her fingers,
knitting…weaving…patching…
astounding artistic creations, of many colors and various textures.
busy-ness and stillness; one thread is you, another is me…
The weaving seems to go on forever
The blanket is a masterpiece.
One cannot but look at it in wonder,
as it sways throughout the curvilinear spaces.
Caressed by the wind… quenched by the waters…
energized by the sun’s warmth…given a home on Earth
How long is one string, or how short is it?
How long or short should a verse in a song be,
if the song is about everything and nothing.