Multiple lines, lives fusing
Joining, conjoining the lines and lives down to me
A pinch point
This is a poem I worked on this summer, I am not sure it is finished. It came about while finding out about my ancestors. It was miraculous to realize the multiple lines that went into creating each person and then the multitude of lines that can come from each person. It was a little tragic to consider that I might be a terminus, that there might be no branching out from me.
1 comment:
it's a lovely image and a true thought. the family tree. i hope we have a number of beautiful branches.
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