Thread Poem by Emily Dawn

This thread can extend
From within
escaping caged ribs
whispering outward
toward another silk strand
a delicate strength
as thin as lashes
as long as light
the heart’s harp
As alive as earth
breathing beneath
pulled taut across
another’s bones
plucked by fingers
that voice the magic
the melodies unknown
the mystery
the heart song

Thread my needle, please
Sometimes it takes a few holes
To sew seams closed
A few painful pricks
Before my garment
Fits me.