I am noticing a theme in these recent poems
They are talking about thread and waterfalls
as if I could sew up the movement of water.
Maybe it's the same in the sense
of how a hem can come undone.
You pull the thread and it starts coming apart suddenly, by itself,
and so quickly you can't stop it.
Yet it could also be about the taut line...
pull a piece of thread up and follow it with your eye.
