Tale of a Once-Knitted Scarf (Rough Draft)
By: Gowri Nadmichettu
Caught on
to the handlebar of descending stairs
swirled like Cinderella, (proof of beware)
stitch by stitch I'm unraveled,
disassembled...
...can't even recall what I resembled.
Now without frame or form, I struggle to stand
with each attempt, limp I land
as do all cotton strands
and wait I must till airy footsteps do sweep
my body of yarn outside these doors
And now I'm here -
Exposed to blue skies
Vulnerable to the world's lies
Not a companion alike to entangle with
But still I smile
Because I can fly
Flutter away
With heaps of help from Wind's gentle hands
And its generous donation of invisible wings
I can venture
Away from the floods and monsoons of unresolvable quests
And into the lands where the sun and the moon
Play together in a sky so clear
And at this height, so near
To where each fiber of me
Has pined to be.
