My Needle's Thread

My needle's thread is long and slow; As a needle goes a thread must go, And lame and blind a needle is, Weighed with a mood's profundities.

My needle's thread is long and slack; A thread must travel a needle's track. And a needle leads an aimless course Labouring against the force Of gathering thought . . . A needle's thread will not be taut When every stitch is made to feel Pressure upon the needle's steel Of coldly flowing reality. Fluent as waters that find the sea.

My needle's thread is long and slack; A needle is foiled and driven back To feel, among its threads, the strands Of life moving through losing hands.