We Weave Together ( a poem)

We weave together
You
then you
and you
and finally me.

Each of us
a thread
of a different texture;
silk,
cotton,
linen.

Diamond sparkles fill my lungs
when you laugh,
did you know?

Did you know that when I count my blessings
I count you thrice?

Did you know that 1 + 1 + 1 +
all of us equals
more peace and love than you can imagine?

Did you know?
When one of our hearts shatters into
the proverbial million pieces,
we all get on our hands and knees
with tiny mini-mag lites
and search and search
until we find ALL the pieces
and we hand them back to the broken one
until he or she is whole again?

We weave together
a warm blanket for when you are cold.
What do you need?
A shoulder?
an ear?
a heart?
a friend to ask how you are --
a friend who really wants the real answer?

This cloth is all of that.

Come.
Weave together,
this
complicated,
simple,
light,
dark,
black,
white,
gray,
gold,
silver,
aqua,
grass green,
indigo,
blood red,
saffron yellow,
lyra's kitchen orange
bermuda short plaid
tapestry.

We call it Odonata.
Yes, it's quite beautiful, isn't it?

Come and weave.