(Poem) Meanderings by Anne Wilkerson Allen

A thousand threads
have woven wings of love,
mounting us on the wind.

Images of ancients
have caressed our eyes,
revealing new shapes and colors.

Drums of women
have kindled memories forgotten,
thrumming the cadence of our hearts.

Poets and musicians
have sailed us on rivers of passion,
touching empty spaces with fever.

Waves, like dervishes,
have swept us from the abyss,
spinning us into ecstasy.

Wisdom, in full raiment,
has sent her shafts of light,
illuminating our truths.

Is it any wonder
that we choose to sail these seas
with fellow travelers?