Patchwork

Pink Floyd sang about bricks in the wall.
Cold and crazy.
Like the Mad Hatter.

Each brick an incident.
Leading up to the end:
Total madness.

In life there are some bricks.
I think there are more patches though.
The softness of love.

Hearts on cloth panels.
Sewn upon this framework:
The lives we are.

Reaching out from the middle.
Panel after panel.
An entire life.

Sewn with golden thread.
Each connected to the other.
With plenty of thread left over for the future.

Which is yet to be known.


K.J.K.  4/24/2016