Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Our hidden bundle of selves
 is being woven into a three-chord strand
 round eyes, heart, and hand
 slowly unknotted, plucked, and wound
 tethered now, to you I am bound
 alive, waiting not on shelves.

'But [she] treasured all these things in her heart.'

'The Lord has done this,
     and it is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day the Lord has made;
     let us rejoice and be glad in it.'