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