Unfolding

Suddenly I saw in one new moment

Of clarity

How each knot in my string

Has been made, which have held fast

To be and hold the beads

That bejewel me,

Which have unraveled,

Purposes untold or no longer needed.

I dreamed last night of

Another me, several interacting,

One a young thin man, tall with long blondish hair

And a trimmed beard to match. A collector,

One only recently used to opening

His doors to parties of interested

People who traveled his path,

Often not knowing what they were looking

For until proximity made itself known

And there, a right turn beneath some old flowering

Tree leaves, was the well-worn, ancient road

Now reopened for treasure-sharing.