Loominescence

by Bob Dougherty
 
there’s an old man with a walker I pass him every day
stooped shoulders steadily shuffles   like warp he knows his way
thoughts as ever weave together when wisdom’s beam’s aligned
my hands are stronger than his — his grasp is stronger I find
 
there’s a young man with a smart phone he passes me each day
such steady searching shuttling strides   like weft he seeks his way
thoughts whenever weave together   past hunger pangs remind
my thoughts woven by life and time — his still being defined
 
there are millions of people who pass and mingle each day
so similar yet unique   like threads waiting to inlay
thoughts so clever weave together as revelations bind
sharing knowledge increases strength   through wisdom we’re refined
 
there were countless generations in foundational array
infinite individuals aspiring to convey
thoughts forever weave together from every mortal mind
life’s loom creates this tapestry transcending human kind