Seams

I was sewing a seam one day — Just this way — Flashing four silver stitches there With thread, like this, fine as a hair. And then four here, and there again, When

The seam I sewed dropped out of sight I saw the sea come rustling in, Big and grey, windy and bright . . . Then my thread that was as thin As hair, tangled up like smoke And broke.

I threaded up my needle, then — Four here, four there, and here again.