Silky invisible fibrous things,
Interconnected with family,
Stretched to the limit.
I don't want to call,
Not great at letter writing,
But I think about you.
Wonder if I would float adrift,
If or when these invisible jesses
Are severed some day.
I bet by that time I will have
Woven my own tethers,
Keeping my children,
And my childrens' children
From drifting all away.
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