Thread in the wind

There is a thread

Blowing in the wind today

Third times a charm

Echoing in my head

Grey skies and not much

Else being said,

But the wind blowing 

The little thread.


I think

Of yesterday’s chalk

On the ground-

Happy       – World

Healthy    – Family

Whole        – Me



About my ability,

Then quietly,

A little squirrel

Climbs a chain

To visit me.


And I hope for a moment

Maybe, before the end,

I am more than just

Tangled thread in the wind.

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