Clack. Clack. Clack.
Clack. Clack.
I take a short break from the pull of the thread as I turn it from right to left.
The pause gives me a moment to think.
I start to make the cord again.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound soothes my nerves as I think about our little group on Wet Canvas.
We lead diverse lives.
We were brought together by a love for glass.
Some of make beads.
Some of us fuse.
Some of us have gone into metals.
Some of us have gone into spinning.
Our interests are diverse,
and when one of us is happy,
we share the joy.
When one of us is sad,
we share the pain.
We are there to console, to listen, to post, to lurk, to welcome new members into our group.
We laugh with each other.
Occasionally, we step on toes.
We agree. We disagree. We agree to disagree.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Clack. Clack.
We have connected through Facebook and Skype.
We text each other.
When one of us in pain,
we all feel that pain.
Right now, two of our group are in pain.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
We feel that pain.
We all have our lives, and we come and go, but we are friends!
Some of us have met. Others we only know online,
but we are friends.
Maggie, Trish, Sueze, Tami, Samma, Paula, Deronda, Debi, Diane, Deborah, Maxine, Rita, Tammie, Debby,
I love you all!
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Clack! Clack!
