Tangled
Walking alone on a island beach, lost in early morning reverie, I came upon this little tangle of pot warp and rockweed. Nothing to it, really, but I stood there mesmerized…floating away into that other world where I sometimes go.
I saw us all in that tangle, inextricably entwined by the elements each of us weathers in our temporal years here.
Storms and tides wash us about, and in that fate-knotted piece I saw all the lovers, all the people, all the couples who have ever found strength, comfort, salvation and love in each other’s arms. There we all were.
That morning was all upbeat metaphor.
