I’m unwinding.

I stare into the Milky Way.

It seems to turn,

But maybe it is I

Who counter clockwise go,

Unraveling le chemisière

Crocheted for me so long ago.

So long.

So long.

Fare thee well.

Goodbye to things I used to know.

Hello to morning’s apple tree,

Where leaves of summer green do wave.

They shimmer restlessly,

Like me, against your breeze.

But I am unwinding,

Letting go,

Unreeled, keeled over

In the great undertow of things.

Lovelights highlight the splendid horizon,

And I find,

I’m very happy to unwind

Here, ‘neath the mistletoe growing 

In my mind with you.

-jenn