Five siblings inherit a blanket. They lie beneath it, together, to stay warm.
          But arms and legs stick out and the siblings squabble and tug. They do
          not realize that they would all fit if they just moved closer together.

This is the Blanket Story. Poets, artists, and musicians have responded to this tale in creative ways. All poems appear here, our ONLINE POETRY SHOWCASE. Visit our main page to find out more about the project.

Manhattanpoet

The Blanket

Strange as it may sound
The blanket fits our string theory
Whitehead’s process and reality
And very deep at the core of its heat
Descartes’ doubt
Whether we exist

We're under something
That much we know
Sometimes comforting, sometimes asphyxiating
All we can do
Is hang on to our pendulum
And favor the swing

Every peak has its abyss

 We are the blanket