102/365: The Threads Fall Out
I turn over old stories
until the threads fall out.
I question the linear tug,
that legacy from before
we translated days and nights into clocks.
This happened and then this and then this
makes for simple knots
in a game of memorization,
but this is not a history lesson
or a famous poem.
This is the story of the threads falling out.
It's all been turned over,
loose and old.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.