THE POWER OF TWO

Where, oh where, are you hiding? I can’t seem to find you today. The ‘you’ that is you, is still somewhere, Albeit capricious and fey. Betimes, when some yesterday music Inspires you to tapping your feet, I see you emerge from the shadows Like a memory. Fleet. Bittersweet. Tho’ lowering clouds fast encroaching Mean soon we must walk in the shade Bright tapestries already woven Will never unravel or fade. And still, and still we are weaving, The threads both fragile and rough. Working the pattern together And this . . . precious boon . . . is enough. Tricia Sturgeon, Mundesley, Norfolk.