Thread

I dropped a yarn

Into an abyss

Where thousands of seconds passed

Yet nothing else moved

Then, the wind blew;

A coincidental numb,

A happen chance glance at the bright sun,

And a whistle to the brief jazz in the air

Led me to draw my world,

Wrinkled in scribbles,

Holding on to what I hope to be

My truth.

7.13.2021