Fabric of Life

It used to be in days of yore
or yesterday, by my count
You could cut the fabric of life
in two ways, typical straight
or zigzag –  to prevent fraying
Until fancy craft scissors
came along in plastic tubs
Made in China
• • •
She was cut from a different cloth
some edges ripped or torn along the way
some cut with fancy scissors curlicued
while others frayed
Wrinkled in time
yet, time itself cut straight through
leaving her meanderings in but a moment
Her days spent as they started
gone before they blossomed

Spiral Dance

The spiral of our soul’s path
Takes us ever nearer the center
The one, the All we never left
My life is a series
Of circumstances
On the spiral dance
We call Time…