Yarn, Jeffrey Childs

November 18, 2019Nuno Amado

As if in moving even meekly

Through the world with a mind sharpened

By nature or experience there were

Moments of catching or being caught

In which, turn as you might, or merely

In standing still (for the world itself

Is motion) you felt the tug of something 

In you unraveling, or in the world,

For in your unraveling the difference

Begins to fray, and saw the line spun

From your reeling play itself out into

The space in which a shadow dreams

Of sunbeams dancing upon your skin.