Something splendid about the way
it holds things together
with elasticity and torsion,
Such simple invention—
a steel wire bent on itself.
Less violent than a staple.
Less permanent than glue.
But effective and elegant,
it does what I’ve so often
wished to do—it unites.
It gently connects what is separate.
It doesn’t leave a scar.
It maintains order and humbly
keeps the messy world composed.
But then, and here is where I fail,
it easily lets things go.