Thread
The thread of kinship lovingly binds us
in graceful spirals deep within.
A cold eye would see only
a thin molecule of four bases...
A cold eye guided by a cold heart
would ignore the mystery of that line
that began with the little ones
who prepared the way
when the Earth was a child.
The cosmic language of the quickening,
the four-letter alphabet
with an infinite vocabulary.
Simple elements drawn together
by the dance of the electrons.
Swirling into awareness,
recognizing loneliness,
finding love,
and binding us.
Across distances.
Across time.
In the thread of kinship.
Copyright © James Byrd | Year Posted 2009
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