now is the time
to rest my
unraveling
curl up
and nap in
the many-colored
strands of me festooning
the polished oak floors
soft-bladed grasses
warm river stones
patchworking my
inner terrain
now is the time
to rest my
unraveling
accept that
I am undone enough and
take stock of who is here and
tangle myself in her strands and
notice what’s lost and
what’s found and
notice what
patterns are
possible
now is the time
to rest my
unraveling
