Something Old, Something New



The years hold us together

woven like twill undulating with daily browns

and greys making subtle the infrequent red,

the bright yellow, the hazy magenta.

Soft in our designer’s art we weave

the matrix we are, tie off our seams and send runners

out where new patterns are hoped for. I have pulled

a thread or two, cut a seam too thin and had to go

back, years later with new thread to patch it.

Once I threaded some bright orange wool, newly spun

into the old pattern and found a perfect match.

The blacks of years past melt into the present

soft grey like fields of heather and poppies.

We are intertwined, no form or color bears more

importance than the fabric of our bond.

Today seems a day for earth tones but I find myself

twirling strands of a deep vermillion in my hands.


I wrote this many years ago. I’ve stood up and said it to Paula when we were married in Massachusetts and then again when we were civilly partnered in Connecticut. I will say it to her if we have to move to a state that doesn’t recognize what we have done and said before. That doesn’t recognize what we have. There are some things I just stand for. That’s it.

In Tibet 1998

Paula’s Aunt Coral made this many many years ago


Moroccan wedding blanket from a village in the Atlas Mountains 1988

One thought on “Something Old, Something New

  1. Today’s post 5/2 was very moving. Fortunately we have a different culture here with our locals. Key Deer are endangered and protected and perhaps loved too much as many people feed them thinking that they are helping them. This is wrong (and against the law).. Everyone stops to report a car strike. I was so upset on finding a dead faun in the middle of the road, I called 3 people until I remembered whom to call to report it. Visitors that don’t realize how precious our Key Deer are might act differently. There are lots of caring men here, and everywhere. You just had a bad experience that day. How good of all of you who committed to the poor deer. And the officer. Here we have to wait for a wildlife officer or risk huge fines for even touching an injured deer.

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