There is a thread
A fine silvery filament
Leading over the great river and mountains
Entwined through branches and twigs
Camouflaged by sunlight, incandescent by the moon
As it settles over blades of grass and rocks between us
A tenuous thread, for you, a wisp on your skin
Easily broken with a swipe of your hand
Unseen, as you climb upward, your eyes set for higher ground
But, for me, it sticks to my hands, stings my eyes, seers my heart
As I stumble on the rooted floor
And, when, at last, I sweep it away
The diligent creature that spun it
Sets to work, repairs the break,
Connecting the thread, again, to you
Submitted: August 24th, 2005
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