I WEAVE MY WORLD By Molly Blaisdell ___________________________ Ebb and flow, the wind blows. Wax and wane, times change. Woof and warp, I weave my world. The wind is speaking things. I'm supposed to believe. I cry out. A thread in my loom is pulled. I walk in ruts. It takes time to untangle strings. I walk in the middle, the road disappears. The cloth is warped. A rocking cry at night. Me? A palm tree. The weather? A hurricane wind. I must reload my loom. After the storm, I begin again. Ebb and flow, the wind blows. Wax and wane, times change Woof and warp, I weave my world. Copyright ©2004 Molly Cece Blaisdell BACK