threads unravel in time,
fray, get caught on loose nails
and someone else’s pins.
time unravels threads so that
you may not realize disparate strings of being
where once something whole.

written

You were written into my life,
with an immortal ink, on invisible parchment–
made permanent, made bold
like bloodlines being traced in the desert sand
with jagged driftwood.
A splinter beneath my skin,
insistent, painful, deep like the well of blood
and sorrow, but beautiful like a hot, dry sunrise.
You were written into my life, like water pooling
in an oasis–like camels carrying the burdens of others.
You are sand and stone beneath lightly sandaled feet,
you are an imperfect, but unyielding story.