8 November 2010 Comments Off on threads

Sometimes you pick up an object, and
there in your hand you feel its history.
You can see your grandmother’s hands –
with deeply ingrained wrinkles, yet somehow
smooth and soft –
holding that spool of thread.  Choosing the color that
perfectly matched that one certain shade of fabric.
And those spools hold threads not just of cotton,
but the threads of generations that run
between us.
Just as you hold
that vintage camera whose shutter has
clicked hundreds of times.  Capturing
scenes of our lives – not a perfect image,
but with that slight flaw –
the way life truly is.  And to hold onto that thought,
that imperfect shot, is to connect with
everyone, everything that has
come before us.


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