(Apropos of Us and the Children)
Time tested love,
bruised and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles have lost
their baked attractiveness.
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness
that tough threading love
folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding:
cocooning new beginnings.
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soaring monarch majesty—
defying time tested treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.