People who used to know us
called us ‘sisters’
and rolled their eyes.
Our lives were braided together.
Knitted and knotted,
such dense texture
of opposite-ness,
yin-yang-ness.
Like silk with glass,
or wood and wire.
Our radiant, rare fabric.
Now the loops are looser.
A net to reach further,
from London to this far west small town.
(foggy, both.)
But we catch bright fishes in it.
Fishes and stars.
02/13/08; rev 02/20/08, 02/27/08
written for my friend Sara, whose birthday is today.
vera, i am so happy to find a new poem today, just so glad as you have been quiet for a while... and i've missed your voice! this is a fine poem and i know the feeling so well; it seems now with my closest friends, the ones close by i could depend on, all gone... across the wide expanses of this world wide web... and we are all caught in it fishes! and what beautiful fishes we are, and we find more. we met once; and now it's virtual. i do miss you! xoxoox ~laura
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