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
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