9. Unravel

Unravel
What if you could unwind all the story lines that led
To exactly one moment in time, he said
Then he pulled his shirt off above his head
Stood like a diver over my bed
For exactly one moment in time
And I want to stop there
Big hands on twelve
Still trusting the stories we tell ourselves
Still trusting stories we tell ourselves
It was early in spring he sat on a chair
Out in my garden and I cut off his hair
Sparrows were building a nest in the eaves
Wildflowers unfurling their perfect green leaves
It’s only hair, he said, and I said, it will grow back
And I want to stop there
Long hair strewn
Our comforting lies still possibly true
Our comforting lies possibly true
Nothing is lost; everything is lost
After the frost I pull down the vines
Turning the leaves to the dark underground
Burying seeds for another year’s round
Finding the sparrow’s nest storm winds blew down…
It’s wound with his hair
And I want to stop there
Long hair entwined
With sticks and moss and vines
And I want to unwind
All the story lines that led
To exactly this moment in time…