Amongst the blades,
cutting and decisive,
it’s hard
to weave a ribbon
of thought.
The likelihood
of encountering
some straight razor,
or set of shears
out, hunting for a reason
to cut something.
We give praise
to the blades,
whether they slay an ogre,
or open a car dealership.
Now,
they crave the attention.
A million sets of eyes
reflected along their length.
They vie for more
fame and adulation.
To be wielded by deft hands
and noted for their edge,
as they chop down
a forest of ideas
and call themselves
“Artists of the craft.”
How deftly
a ribbon of thought
must be woven
far away
from the shining tools
and tradesmen.
Delicately,
each piece put together
so that when it is unfurled
it may go far and wide.
Then,
when it is noticed
by those knives,
scissors, and worker’s blades,
when it is cut
into many pieces,
they are still enough
to be useful.
A length for a piece of clothing.
A snippet to tie a daughter’s hair.
A foot or two to for a hat band.
A length to make something beautiful.
Let those cutting edges
seek their accolades
and one day cut each other.
We will keep weaving
for the world.
DJR – 2022
