Scarf, Blue and Gold
©March 1st, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Gold over blue, over gold over blue,
The threads cross warp and weft,
Like sunlight through night sky,
And mango patterns emerge like magic
Before my gaze, as I unfold the scarf.
I love the feel of it, the heft,
The caught threads, the shine,
I love the caress of it, the kiss
The warm and the soft of it,
The scent and the sound of it,
The rustle and the sift of it.
A network of atoms holding together,
A network of threads held together,
A network of people across places
Made this scarf possible,
Made it waterfall into my hands.
And that is all for now, today.
No thoughts, no confessions,
No sorrows, no joys, no wisdom,
No foolishness, no advice,
No revelations. Just a scarf
Unfolding like a benediction
Between my fingers, as I
Cradle it in interlaced hands.
I am all senses today,
I am all senses today,
And no soul to trouble me.
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