Of Wheel, Loom, and Needle
by Carolin Messier
Spiraling strands of gifts and burdens
from my mother and father
and their mothers and fathers
and all of my ancestors,
from the beginning of time,
weave the cloth of body and mind.
With calloused fingers
the fibers are spun
of wool, shorn from sheep
who graze free in all seasons,
and of flax, beaten from straw,
harvested from drought-riddled fields.
On this sturdy homespun
with clumsy stitches, life sews
into the double helix of my DNA
a random patchwork of experience
and elegant patterns of emotion
that both adorn and strengthen it.