Jane Nash: Poem ‘Tapestry magic’
Of the sea and the sky
hands weave details beyond the ordinary
fibres sourced from many places
blankets my background
I have become accustomed to it
forgetting its origin
I fail to recognise it
outside or inside
it patterns the trajectories
of all our journeys
but for all its charms
remains sporadic in effect
This week I am cold
When I recognise its ever presence
I will embrace it and be warm
Supernatural rumblings
will bring second chances
against all earthy odds
Jane Nash
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