Fabric of Friendship

Lost in the patterns of grey, black and white

Drifting through friendship in gentle flight

Fabric stretched over a beating heart

Waiting to see where the new paths start

After an absence of flowing years.

Now, in a moment, a window appears

As we meet over a table top

And long years between us begin to drop

Into the laughter and memories,

Faces that only a good friend sees.

It’s good to remember, to meet again

And relive the memories, pieces of grain

Making a garden that we explore,

I’m glad life came knocking upon my door

With an invitation to meet like this,

Joined in a moment I wouldn’t miss.

© 2011 Pam H. Murray

Poet's Note:  (My first impression of the pattern on a blouse was a drifting pattern, like bird flight, a vision I often see when creating poetry. It is a gentle rise and fall like a bird’s journey on shifting winds. The black, grey and white made me feel like soaring through a sky of cloud patterns. Then I soaked up the sensations of friendship and memory surrounding us all, even those of us who’d never met before, and this is what came to mind.)