A Thousand Glorious Threads

It’s dark in here.
That much we can agree on.

It’s easy to want to panic.

To grasp about for threads
hitting your head hard on things
a step in any direction.

But please please
don’t follow the wrong thread home.

It’s so easy to miss your thread
when you are seeking anything
not to feel this way.

Humbling to learn yet again
that forgetting is as relentless as winter.

Yet remembering is as persistent as spring.

Feel your beautiful arch grow.

You were meant for this.

You are already at the opening
because you already are at the heart.

The thread is not a trend or trope.
The thread is not someone else’s hope.

It cannot be consumed, only created—
spun from your abdomen.

(Where the silk comes from is a mystery)

It is not a person or a plan.

Give up on superheroes,
purge all perfect things.

A thousand glorious threads
but they are not all yours.

The thread is who you are.
What will kill you not to do.

Not to be.

Your way of going deeper into the world
is the thread that leads us out

like the light that trees keep deep
in their roots

calling us back home.

(Included in the collection Within the Cave Something Pulses)