Blanket





Trust was a blanket I clutched like a child
Surrounded myself with it 
when chilled to the bone
Time wore on and it begged to unravel
first at the corners then rows onto gravel
A magnificent trail left to find home in time 
A vulture saw my threads hanging 
and took it to nest with twine
he said

“I just can not choose the one I like best
My nest is my comfort created solely by me
 with the painstaking pieces from the circumvent sea”

But you see

“your threads make my nest much more pleasant and warm
and something I don’t understand
when wrapped in your threads 
all my fear is surpassed
but then you have lost 
and 
our tasks have clashed
Each seam that is ruined 
every pattern astray
With the pieces I gather
 your rendered lost one more day
The trail you have left is now empty
and you’ve no parcel left”

He asked

“Now is there anything here you regret”

I shook my head no
but something else before I go
I put the last piece to my face
then out in my hands
“Here have it, then … go ahead”

Lend me this image 
so I may remember this
What we have done here
To surround myself with
When I feel fear
Keep my blanket safe
as it shall to you
But never forget me 
and I’ll forgive you dear

Created on ... July 21, 2004