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