This morning I woke
thinking of all the people I love
and all the people they love
and how big the net
of lovers. It felt so clear,
all those invisible ties
interwoven like silken threads
strong enough to make a mesh
that for thousands of years
has been woven and rewoven
to catch us all.
Sometimes we go on
as if we forget
about the net. Believing only
in the fall. But the net
is just as real. Every day,
with every small kindness,
with every generous act,
we strengthen it. Notice,
even now, how
as the whole world
seems to be falling, the net
is there for us as we
walk the day’s tightrope.
Notice how every tie matters.
I love this poem, and I feel like it has almost an opposite echo, or something, to a poem I had published recently…I’d be honored if you would read “Tessellation” in The Nonconformist: https://nonconformist-mag.com/tessellation/
wow! Super sexy and powerful–and oh, all the ways that poem tugs! Yes, I can hear the conversation between these two!
Thank you <3
I’m having difficulty sleeping. I am in exorbitant pain. I can’t really function and I’m in so much pain, so I am terrified about the future. But, thank you for that little poem. It helps. I guess. Not with sleeplessness where you are lucid dreaming a nightmare for twenty two years, but for the
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Wow. Veils.