A Stitch in Mind

I met you once and once again

Just a breath, a sniff of lilac or garlic

synaptic

The sound of footsteps passing

A brief brush of shoulders in a crowd

Neither enemy nor friend

Never to be seen again

An old-timey sits with needle in hand

Meticulously looping the next stitch

As the pattern beckons yet another pass

To mark the moment, the encounter to ever last

I met you twice and twice again

The first time we touched

And then we fucked

Or just got drunk and howled at the moon

No matter, the days passed far too soon

Work, family, kids, joy, sorrow

Working for the man like today is tomorrow

Living, loving, dying, striving

Enduring every stripe, celebrating each victory

So many more you are

Some forever friends near and far

Others lost and long forgotten

But all stirred into the cosmic cauldron

The old-timey pulls down another spool

From the yarn of time

Each synaptic thread connected in my mind

Now deftly recording me

In the quilt of humanity

Six degrees of separation

Integrates our connected experience

Six billion strands of sensation

Is my glorious inheritance

As my path continues toward the Golden avenue

Grateful am I for each and every one of you

Friend and foe, saint and sinner

Together we are the winner

Each life lived unique

All lives combined magnific