RSS 2.0 FeedThe Cloth of Necessity
I spend my days in the minutia of living,
crying out to Clotho for colors that suit me.
She spins the thread of life,
without concern or preference.
The cloth of necessity’s woven
by mindless need, between
waking and repose. Some
start with breakfast, others fast,
my heart longs for a daring fete
to save lives from near perdition.
Still, store keepers open their shops,
children gather for learning,
their teachers take hold of a plan.
Seeking a job for butter & bread,
I scan the ads with religious intent.
The cloth of necessity expands
like a span of days sewn into a quilt.
The earth spins on its axis,
newborns are welcomed with joy
tethered to parents who worry,
their hearts open to wounding
and loss. Clotho continues with
thread, in hues of her own choosing.
While I weave the cloth of necessity
an unseen eye ravels
and unravels events I’ve grown
fond of. The seed of life
encased in this dying,
cycles filled with the
ordinary and the feel of déjà vu.
Jo Stewart: “Retirement has been an opportunity to have the time to read great books, to share with contemporaries and to write poems when the muse visits."