I used to watch the world
between my fingers as it arranged
itself in lines
I couldn’t always recognize —
blurred images of moments
haunting my mind.
Time weaves cobwebs
preferring circles that refuse
to go straight —
braided burdens given undue weight.
I used to squirm in dense nets
alone as life refused to curve for me
what echoes hid between the lines —
mysterious histories waiting
to materialize like ghosts, ethereal
of this temporal body.
Instead she took shape — tangible
conqueror of things seen and imagined
— to grab
my hand and dash from yesterday’s monsters,
into the lattice of half-hatched
plans and half-finished lives entwined
before my eyes,
our paired forever finally in focus.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott