The Thread - Aga Zaryan

Something is very gently

Invisibly, silently

Pulling at me-a thread

Or net of threads

Finer than cobweb and as

Elastic.

I haven’t tried

The strenght of it.

No barbed hook

Pierced and tore me.

Was it

Not long agothis thread

Began to draw me?

Or

Way back?

Was I

Born with its knot about my

Neck, a birdle?

No fear

But a stirring

Of wonder makes me

Catch my breath when I feel

The tug of it when I thought

It had loosened itself and gone