Let spools of featherlight wisdom
swaddle me still.
Let there be brave instruments—
quiet songs, chirping
always flitting.
In the knowing, I’ll thread your awareness through the pinhole eye of how
I connect to you.
I’ll stitch echoes together like spiders
bring you gifts in the nest of a morning
it will all be new:
this naming, this wading, this fury.
When I Unravel
June 1, 2026
Photo by Artem Shuba on Unsplash
June-July 2026


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