Something is very gently, invisibly, silently, pulling at me-a thread or net of threads finer than cobweb and as elastic.
I haven't tried the strength of it.
No barbed hook pierced and tore me.
Was it not long ago this thread began to draw me?
Or way back?
Was I born with its knot about my neck, a bridle?
Not fear but a stirring of wonder makes me catch my breath when I feel the tug of it when I thought it had loosened itself and gone.
