Between Ann and Athena

Each of us, the strands of the divine,
Glow in our fullest, so thinly alive,
Woven under, over, between and beside
Others like us, so various, and yet intertwined.

I once took great pains in plotting my path,
Building networks, playing angles, or doing the math.
Moving fast, life's maze is so vast, primed for a crash...
"Who is really in charge of this life-loom?" I asked.

To ask is to step back, take a look to each side,
Is to notice that those other threads add color to our lives.
Without so many others, to whom we relate,
Our meanings lack music and substance and shape.

Step back, take a breath, take time
To recover from being lost in the rhyme.
Take as long as it took to see
That we are a beautiful tapestry.