Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind
Let your bloated brain
balloon and float away
Wet the end of the thread
Thimble upon your index
Feed the line through its eye
Draw it from the other side
Pull the strand to satisfy
the need to compose
This entire naive glow
Set the needle on its path
Bobbing up and down and past
Tears and seams all turn to one
Every stitch and each spool spun