[Knitting A Conundrum]

Life as a Series of Interweavings

Amazing the spiderweb of our lives,
these thin, tendrils wrapping
you and I together,
and how improbable their intersection looks
on the surface,

No, it is no orb spider
weaving the threads that connect us,
for her patterns are far to neat,
too plannable.

Maybe we are caught by a trapdoor spider
pulling us into her lair
of inevitability.

But instead, I think,
it is a lacemaker, whirling us around
in sweetly adorned nexus points,
so that the random feelings of our encounters
are at the end,
more beautiful than we would have imagined.

2001

[Soaring Feather]

But instead, I think,
it is a lacemaker, whirling us around
in sweetly adorned nexus points,
so that the random feelings of our encounters
are at the end,

I very like these lines. Oh wonderful images. Great poem. Thank You.