Re-Inventing
Re-Inventing
An easy concept once—now turned difficult,
made that way by inexorable time.
Rolled the dice before with nothing to lose and 7’s,
now bets come due.
Gathering threads of what has been
What colors, what patterns and texture,
for what purpose, what has worked out,
what gave pleasure or pain,
fulfillment or emptiness.
Now with those same threads
to weave a different pattern.
To roll the cup with the dice again
now that the horizon has changed, now constricted.
How then to weave, to re-invent?
No signal posts for street signs, no maps, no bread crumbs.
Just the limited view
with the gun-metal clouds, the scudding cold rain.
People known all your life moved on-
with their own threads to weave,
their own magic to make,
their own songs to sing.
Now alone,
to weave,
to re-invent,
One thread at a time.
April 30, 2021
Copyright © David Holmes | Year Posted 2021
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