Blanket of My Days

The land lay

all about me

like a blanket

marked with places

and spaces I have

inhabited over the

vast stretch of my

days here on

this earth-place.

This patch here

gave me a new 

way to know 

all about suffering,

that one there a

new way to cook

the trout I pulled

out of the stream,

the one here shows

how to give yourself

to a family, and this

one how to hold hands

with the dying.  

Each has a story and 

an adenture to show

and at once the land

becomes a tapestry 

which rises up and 

which I may wrap myself

up and cuddle with all

I have known through 

all of my days.  Soothing

my being on itself.

Lessons and journeys,

people and places,

events and meanings 

woven into the whole

of the fabric used. The

color and hue of each

warp and weft of each

strand and thread are 

woven into what is 

here revealed.

The blanket is not

for warmth alone, 

it is to open our eyes

as well.  Functional

and aspirational have

always been at hand

with the textiles of life.