Tangle

Tangled ball of twine--
Where are the ends?
One stretches back generations,
another even further into the unknown.

Only an unused hank of yarn
has all of its strands lying
neatly in place, one beside
the other.

How invested do we choose to be
in looking good versus
living well?

Your dashed hopes, hidden aspirations
the knots of your existence
enmeshed with my matted mess
make a fabric holy and unholy.

Shall we work to untangle it
or weave what is into unique cloth?
Ever embracing opposites, both/and
I say, "Yes!"