The Thread Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Is there a thread that binds and ties,
an artist to his art

Is it thin or thickly woven,
does it hold or come apart

Is it there to free or wear one down,
with the memory of its form

Does its very nature reattach,
when in fury it is torn

Does it link in stark remembrance,
all that's past and gone away

Does it keep the truth within arms reach,
—when again we've lost our way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2016)