Self

SELF

A single thread strung with beads,

Each our self, held together

By this thread of time, of consciousness,

Isolated drops of memory, separate yet linked.

Each necklace unique:

Some short, some long;

Some bright with beads, varied;

Some dull, an endless string of identical selves;

Some delicate nacred drops flowing almost together,

So tightly are they strung.

Others a golden chain to a unique droplet;

Some broken, the beads strewn or lost,

Never to be restrung;

Others lasting through time,

Handed down, worn and re-worn,

Taken apart, restrung to form new patterns,

Updated to changing times.

All unique.