Words like threads
I send to you these words,
wound up like silk threads
on a bobbin,
shiny, and soft,
where you can see the twist
helixing around in shimmery spirals.
I send you these words,
like threads wound about a shuttle,
ready to be woven in and out
as the fabric is made,
too weak perhaps for warp,
but perfect for weft.
I send you these words,
like linen thread, sunbleached
in the afternoon light, strong,
pliable, utilitarian.
With them sew up your memories
into a cloth
bright, perhaps, in the light.
Sometime in 2001