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.