Friday, March 18, 2011

Weave My World

By Molly Blaisdell
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Ebb and flow, the wind blows.
Wax and wane, times change.
Woof and warp, I weave my world.

The wind is speaking things.
I'm supposed to believe.
I cry out.
A thread in my loom is pulled.
I walk in ruts.
It takes time to untangle strings.

I walk in the middle, the road disappears.
The cloth is warped.
A rocking cry at night.
Me? A palm tree.
The weather? A hurricane wind.

I must reload my loom.
After the storm, I begin again.

Ebb and flow, the wind blows.
Wax and wane, times change
Woof and warp, I weave my world.

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