I touch the weft with my fingertips
searching the pattern
learning your song as you weave
wanting to sing along
in the echoes in the tunnel
us buskers
play around
call out
respond
I stutter and you understand
you run, I chase
slip away in
a two step rhyme
we slow dance
you are ever before me
laying out my dreams
teasing with a bright thread
passing me the shuttle
I leap to catch
I think this is called a dialectic! (love the picture too.)
ReplyDeletewow beautiful, Sarah. You describe the process so perfectly. The photo is great - everyone's poems streaming and bouncing through channels of communication.
ReplyDeleteIt's also a great guide to newbies as to how to play along. Like buskers! Like dancers! Like throwing and catching!
ReplyDeleteI like it
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