Weavers

Astronomy compels the soul to look upward
And leads us from this world to another,
And weavers of knowledge spin blankets
We immerse ourselves in
To keep out ignorance�s chill of limitation.

We work our own hands to our tapestry of understanding
In hopes of putting together a little piece of the big picture.
To open a slice of the sky and see what�s inside.

We dabble in the art of question,
Strip free of society�s pretensions,
And expose ourselves as ones who do not know everything,
But want to.

Diving fully into childhood�s pool of Why?
To learn,
Connect,
And understand�

Goose bumps, Pulling the blanket tighter around us
We shake out our hands
Giving pause to look up at the nursery of the stars;
To wonder
Adding more questions to ponder,
As we continue to weave on.

--Michele Whittemore