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.