There is for some, no waking
from the slumber chosen.
With comfort and ease,
not challenge nor trust,
the fibers frayed,
and some decayed,
and started to untwist.
Now how could you miss
my outstretched mitts?
What else was worth holding,
when our world began unravelling?
I\’ve retied our tether
wrapped into and through
our center
but while I rethink
how to coax you from your sleep,
I\’ll watch the weather,
and dream
how we /it / I could be better.
(2.2.12) J.E.Todd
Thin Tin String 