Measurements

Stitches running up a seam Are not like feet beside a stream, And the thread that swishes after Is not at all like echoed laughter. Yet stitches are as quick as feet, Leaping from a rocky pleat To seams that slip like marshy ground; And thread-swish has a hollow sound. Stitches that have a seam to sew Must not forget the way they go, While feet that find the cool earth sweet Have forgotten they are feet. And a laugher cares not why His echoes have a haunted cry. So stitches running up a seam Are not like feet beside a stream. And the thread that swishes after Is not at all like echoed laughter.