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Sunday, November 25, 2018

I Am The Weaver

—Anonymous Weaver



WINDING ROAD
—D.R. Wagner, Locke, CA
 
The Winter came.  For awhile
It seemed difficult to realize
That every cell in my body
Was a complete universe.

Then the snow began.
I could barely stand.
My blood blew through
My body with no regard
For vessels or peristaltic tides.
I became a blizzard, a supernova.

I could inhabit endless planets,
Knowing them as I know your name.
All languages were at my service.
Dreaming and not dreaming were
The same waters to me.  I was stars.
I was firelight.  I was the sparkle
In all eyes.  All my moving was music.

Even now I am all rivers and all
Winding roads.  All that travels
Travels through me.  I am the weave.
I am the weaver.  I am the whole cloth.

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—Medusa, with thanks to D.R. Wagner for weaving us today's fine poetry!