Poem by A. B. McFarland
There is a thread
that reaches back
through the needle-eye of history
toward tomorrow’s beyond.
It connects all those present
in the now
with the ancient people
who wanted so very much to help us
our best selves
that they left pages and sayings;
for us children.
Now grown, we feel how close the thread’s end
is to our fingertips.
We wake up —
now we know
why our elders spent nights telling yarns by candlelight,
and sunlit days showing us how to tie knots.
Consider how you might take the hand of someone
newer to this world than yourself
and be a guide
for the benefit of
before the end —
worn and frayed
slips through the hole where you once were.
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A. B. McFarland is a PNA Village member and volunteer. She has recently written a novel, Pieces of Home, in which a poet loses her home to a house fire, ends up living with a family she barely knows, and lives are changed in the process. It is available at Couth Buzzard and Amazon.com.
Poem originally published on A. B. McFarland’s blog here.