I thought this was sorrowfully beautiful
the first time I read it.
It gutted me to learn she was speaking of Gaza.
I did not know about the famous weavers there.
It still shreds me each time it surfaces in my mind.
How can we mend, patch, knit, reweave
this invisible cloth that holds us together
in our humanity?
I envision us, too many of us to count,
moving a small step closer to each other,
drawing the threads connecting us a tiny bit tighter
forming an invincible garment of solidarity...
a cloth as strong as spider webs*...
fragile, yes and also bullet proof.
Namaste'
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