There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
I’ve been working with a dear friend on a project involving poetry. It has reminded me how much I used to love reading poetry. I even wrote and published a bit years ago.
My friend has introduced me to some poets whose work moves me profoundly. I feel myself tiptoeing back to poetry.