*Kindred Dreamer
Unlike others,
She wears silver ribboned
Duct Tape
It flows from her hair
It remains hidden in pockets
It steals away to gift the lives of others….
Like her, the duct tape winds like a road
Connecting,
Intersecting,
Binding us to her…
Bands of Silver
Shiny-dull.
Common.
yet:
Incredibly, mysteriously webbed,
Woven, wonderful
Immutably Silent
Intricately feminine…
What lies beneath her charming smile?
Her braceleted arms and poetic soul?
Something durable, lasting, intense
Like the warp and weave of duct tape
Strong.
Courageous.
Capable of fixing most anything -
And in the ironic humor of a real duck
Who lives to tape the quack-ish nature of our humanity
And the webbed feet of our Divinity,
She wrestles with angels and plays Mow
She decks and deals, she hands us the faces of royalty
And numbers - helping us to add up this mysterious game of life
In an uncommon hour, amidst an uncanny community
Bound by duct tape and honor, loyalty and laughter
She honors us with her smile and lifts us up with her
Skillful ways and words…..
K.D. - Keeper of Duct-tape, Diamond-cut Dreams