Long Threads

Long Threads

In warps and wefts
I interlace a face in―
fine linen.

Are you frightened?
My thumb print goes awry.
You will not recognize me.

I bring the sameness
from inside out.
All night I suffered the elemental ache.

Like Dante you cannot
escape inferno. I don't need
any help, cannot climb out for lynx eyed.

The age inflicts, and
time bites. Still I witness through bleary eyes―
a moon rising.

Reviews

[Willys Watson]

I love the images your verse paints as words. The aches we sometimes feel are caused by ourselves, sometimes by others. As we become older, wiser we will learn from them and hopefully move on with our lives.