Poem: Thread

Thread

There is a thread

that reaches back

through the needle-eye of history

around

and forward

toward tomorrow’s beyond.

It connects all those present

in the now

with the ancient people

who wanted so very much to help us

   become

our best selves

that they left pages and sayings;

   instructions

for us children.

Now grown, we feel how close the thread’s end

is to our fingertips.

We wake up —

   for

now we know

why our elders spent nights telling yarns by candlelight,

and sunlit days showing us how to tie knots.

Consider how you might take the hand of someone

newer to this world than yourself

and be a guide

for the benefit of

   others

before the end —

worn and frayed

slips through the hole where you once were.

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