Moving On (Doesn’t Always Involve Closure) -5/20/05

Life’s not so much a tapestry as skein, 
For surely it’s not finished, plain to see, 
Nor predetermined in its wax and wane: 
Its growth is not like that of seed to tree.

But we, the crawling, blind and bestial twine, 
With searching tendrils form the world as such;
Attempt to tie a knot with any line
That we encounter with our trembling touch.

Alas, the knot most often doesn’t hold.
So, moving on, we leave a tangled part
And try another knot that fails when pulled,
Each failed attempt a tangle in our heart.

We need the shuttle’s touch to wipe our past,
And Weaver’s steady hands to tie us fast.