how lucky am i!

for the way my line of life has intersected with so many others'; for the explosive way lives realign and converge

in the tumult and tangle out eventually emerges the lifelines meant to stay, who thread parallel me, treading into the next clasp and claw

needle eyes that split ends and cloth

interwoven into a security blanket embroidered by the lines of people loved and lost,

a quilt of torn scraps and mismatched patches but whole

And warm.