the ratty, knotted stuff that connects us cosmically
confoundingly, with equal parts arc and ache
sweep and sorrow
the tether of playground twine or celestial
thread that binds us, sends us spiraling
plummets us to graze pavement
touch heaven
a continuum so taut it quivers
spinning atoms and plates, molecular
chains, the tripwire and tailspin of stars
joy and grief
twin discs held by miraculous axle—sun
and moon, back and forth, a ripcord pulled
spiraling free from the noose of ourselves
and of earth
