The Tapestry

I sit here and wonder, why here? Why now? Why this relationship? How did I get here, and why does it feel like a seamless tapestry of people, male, female, all mixed up? Insert me into the program. I'm a changeable actress in an ongoing play. The roles of the others are the same: the lover, the children, the parents, the friends, the mentor.

They swirl about me as I remain fixed in timelessness. Fixed in place, myself the one constant. There is only existence. Choice is an irrelevant illusion.

What of my love for you? A transitory stage prop?