Reading 5 - Tapestry
Tapestry
You don’t need to be feted – with the Latin name of a Swan,
Or have written profoundly – of Heath and moor and Heights;
But see the echelons sing – out of a clear autumnal sky,
Clamber on the cliffs – absorb their poetic spray.
You don’t need to fly your name – or wind your line through time,
Or be some minted flame – in the temple of acclaim;
But sign your name in water – scratch your stanzas in the sand,
The boundless breath of beauty – the blaze of the singing song.
You don't need to be a Monarch – with careless Admiral wings,
Spawning tornadoes in Sarajevo – drowning favelas in Brazil;
But rage to be alive – and throw a winning smile,
With each outrageous breath – the Weave – my whole nine yards of thread.
