And where does a story end, <br />and another one begin? <br />And what of those moments, <br />lounging on a street corner <br />watching the traffic go by? <br />Aren't they part <br />of a story, too? <br /> <br />The threads of the tapestry <br />weave a single pattern, yet <br />we hunger for a discreet <br />beginning and end, not God's <br />Coltrane-like music of being <br />everyone everywhere <br />at once and for all time, <br /> <br />a story following a thread, <br />'a piece of string' like de Maupassant's, <br />a beginning, middle and end, <br />a glimpse, something <br />for those of us walking <br />a path on earth and preparing <br />to take a next step, <br />maybe lifting our heads <br />to some vista far beyond<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stories-3/
