Where the leg falls no flesh will connect.
The sock, the shoe – isolated.
Cold.
        Don’t,
                  don’t abandon it.

Warm stories yearning to be told
          in the distance,
                  aloft like sunrise in a clear sky,
                          like solitude.

The threads are there,
          woven in fragments of time;
let them lead you.
    Stumbled steps or confident strides –
                    no matter.

Let them lead you,
                      unravel
                          wrap all around you
                and there;
                      bind.