Gather in
your soul skin like
folds of a silken skirt.
Held close, fisted tight,
loosen it in time
while you eye the warp
and weft of fine
threads—each a strand
of cloth encompassed
about you.
Unfurl at your choosing
as the Weaver beckons,
revealing bolts opulent
as pearl, iridescent,
multi-colored. Circling
your frame, the garment
sways as you dance
to the singular music strummed
for those who swirl
the world in silken skirts.