The tender thread,
holding us,
keeping us,
from oblivion’s
fatal jaws.
Holding us,
dangling,
over the edge
of life and death,
looking down
to the fatality below.
The tender thread
that is as fine as
human hair,
as strong as a
spider’s web,
and holds us there
suspended,
keeping us alive.
to the end.
1/9/2020