Weavers Words

The Gas Station

That frigid day, my tires needed air. High tide of snow gone out, salt flotsam left. I filled the tires, the wretched light blinked on, So turned around and went inside for help. Small, thin, keen eyed, rough shaven, straight away You checked the tires, your knuckles all tattooed. Apologized. Free air isn't always best.

Editor’s Note: The following submission was written by Ambler Cashier Susan Morgan and her husband, David, at the Spring General Membership Meeting.

Why We Love the Co-op

We love the people-to-people connections

Especially reaching out to communities

And making a difference

Vastly improving grocery options

Ensures better food for all

—Henrietta Edelschein

Took the caps from my hands, nimbly screwed them back. Weeks later, stopped for gas, about to leave, I had to go inside, acknowledge you. A moment’s heart connection, that was all.

“My tires are fine, but you were kind to me”. I held that loving kindness live and warm, Abiding quiet in ordinary gray.

by Hannah Roberts

Our Revised Submission Guidelines:

Reach for the stars

So nothing is impossible!

Weavers Way:

A place to be and a place to work

You’ll see us there.

—Susan & David Morgan

1. Original poems must be of a reasonable length. Lengthy poems that are the subject of a reflection will be excerpted.

2. The Shuttle editor has the final say as to whether a poem or reflection is suitable for publication.

3. The number of poems or reflections in an issue is determined by the amount of space available.

4. Members and nonmembers are welcome to submit.

5. Email your submissions to editor@weaversway.coop and put “Poetry submission (or reflection) for Shuttle” in the subject line.