Threads

We are all connected
By a thread, a web,
As fine as a spider's, spun,
Invisible.

I am here, with you,
Little lad
And Nanny is far away
But connected to us.

And your sister is here,
Connected somehow.
Because as the wind blows
I can feel the timpani of the threads
Pulling at my heart, connected.
It resonates.

When you giggle, little one,
I can feel us
All connected
And your sister opens her eyes
And sees us
And is part of it all.

How hardly we perceive these fragile threads,
And how poorly we live our lives
Because of this.