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.'