Weaving

You wonder why it all happens.

Or maybe I just wonder . . . why it all happens.

Connections that I make. People that I feel for.

And I'd like to think that it is for a reason . . . that it all is for a reason.

Maybe a reason that I don't see.


I explain the Greek idea of the fates to the ninth graders every year . . . and wonder what the tapestry has in store for me . . . why it is, what it is. And I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't trade. I don't regret. But sometimes . . . just sometimes . . . after a couple of glasses of wine, usually . . . I wonder why.