The Thread


Something is very gently,
Invisibly, silently,
Pulling at me-a thread
Or net of threads
Finer than cobweb and as
Elastic. I haven’t tried
The strength of it. No barbed hook
Pierced and tore me. Was it
Not long ago this thread
Began to draw me? Or
Way back? Was I
Born with its knot about my
Neck, a bridle? Not fear
But a stirring
Of wonder makes me
Catch my breath when I feel
The tug of it when I thought
It had loosened itself and gone.


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The Thread