gracious one
around me
inside and downside
the sparkling golden threads
the thin silver metal band
the curl of soup-smoke, smelling of thyme and rosemary
that you grew
the clasping hand
around the inner thigh
searching
i would weave you
ancient singer, mighty spider woman
like a spider weaves her net
for prey and the prayer of many tomorrows
for children, and the continuation
of certain types of dna-pattern recognition
for the possibility of evolution
i would weave you
oh maker of flowers
into my hair
i would weave you
lady of the ferocious gentle rivers
like reeds into a basket, a wall, a safety net
a boundary between
myself and that devil
who would have me stop
all that i start
jump
every ship
change
every direction
till i go only into the vortex
I would weave you
oh great silence
into the harsh speaking of
sharp swords and battered shields.
i would weave you
if i could but know
which of these many threads
was Yours.
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