sitting idly, thinking of nothing
because your mind is too tired
from the noise,
you see a stray thread on your sweater
and give it a tug.
but oh, it isn’t a stray.
it’s come undone from its tightlywovencompanions
and with the pressure of your pulling
begins that dreaded chain reaction:
if you keep pulling the whole of the garment
will be undone.
cut the thread and the yarns fly apart,
unable to withstand the vacuum of the unaccustomed space
unanchored from its construct.
that sweater’s ruined.
and in the same way,
i pulled the loose thread labelled “you”
and it’s all come undone.
that carefully loomed web,
that artificial construct of implication
shot through with the glitter of imagination,
that coarse cocoon
of rough but welcome wool i wrapped with your consent
around my heart –
that sweater’s ruined as well.
© 2012 RC deWinter
The consequence of unravelling a single thread.