(from Within My Illusions)

Could a tapestry woven over
forty-five years be reduced
to a single thread?

Mother and daughter
growing alongside one another,
crystals in a kaleidoscope
comprised of all mothers and daughters
across time.

With each turn,
the pattern changes,
pieces land in formations
simple and clear.
With one shift,
a new image
then tumbles
into fresh coherency.