December 6, 2010
Camila Pacheco-Fores
We create paths.
Paths that weave in, out, and around.
Paths that create a web,
A network of memories that we've embedded in them.
My web spans the world.
It reaches across continents, oceans, rivers mountains hills canyons valleys forests.
I have attached my memories like silk strands
to Peru, Argentina, Chile, Cuba;
In Mexico, Venezuela, and America
I have even traced little weblets.
The largest, most intricate piece of my web sprawls across Texas,
embracing my hometown with strands of silk
that capture flies of my memory;
Memories created along the paths that hold them,
created with people who are like drops of dew.
They join me every morning, making my patterns more beautiful,
making my threads glisten,
yet allowing me the day to grow on my own.
And what is best of my people of dew is that they fall anywhere, anywhere I go.
Now that my web has extended to another home,
new and different droplets, mixed with the old,
gather around me and new paths are made.
My web is just beginning.
My white threads have yet to weave their patterns,
have yet to meander their way into stitches joining together web lives, dew people, and fly memories,
have yet to take those further, creating a quilt of life with patches of people and stitches of memories.
Soon enough.
Soon enough the paths I create will form a web,
adding breadth to my life's quilt.
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