I wonder how
all these threads
of humankind
weave into each other,
like distant characters
written for the same novel,
and as the plot thickens,
all the colors run together,
Or, a singular note,
starts a fugal phase,
which begins to change
the tonal quality
within a symphony,
you can still sing the theme
that first note helped to make.
Each good deed
and kind word
forms an attachment
one can’t live without.
What is it you need?
and have you heard…
the sweetest intentions
whispered into a shout.
What will happen
to us in 10 years or so?
For many of us,
we will never know…
Until that day,
when our threads finally fray,
let’s say we will all be loved
eventually,
because each of us
is a singular note in the world’s
longest-playing symphony,
and a thread
in a galaxy-large tapestry.