Loose Threads of Memory
Tie loose threads to your memory
board. A dozen stars set your course,
dangle hosannas in light-sliced air.
You grieve the broken neck of the rose.
Board a dozen stars, setting your course
to turn its own slow circle. Time the time
you grieve the broken neck of the rose,
thorns splitting heart's decimal points in red.
Turning its own slow circle, time is time
you squeeze emptiness from black holes.
Thorns split heart's decimal points into red
pinpricks: your path unsewn in words.
Squeezing emptiness from black holes,
you fill in invisible space with tiny
pinpricks, your path unsewn. Words
tie loose threads in your memories.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas