Monday 30 May 2016


On Knot Making

You give me your hand.
You think I am drowning.
Why are you here saving  me?
To what are you tethered?
Do you think you are so tall you don't need saving?
Do you think you swim so well you cannot drown?
Do you think your heart can stand it?

I think you are falling
I think you need a rope
of sissal or silk. Or a hand
That will gather yours under the moonlight
And walk with you in moon-space
And show you the stars
And take you there

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016

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