We live now, and always have, 
as hunters and gatherers. 
Along our path we collect 
small scraps of our being,
slowly assembling the quilt 
that surrounds us. 
Experiences, information, 
or misguided moments and 
memories become fabric
we wrap ourselves in. Lonely, 
or cold, we search for a stitch 
of humanity in threadbare 
motives and flimsy excuses. 
It is not always comfortable. 
It is who we are, 
not what we have become.

© 2020 j.g. lewis