I was thinking of our love 
like a thick glob of roving
wild wool unfettered
few people know how to
pull at the mass 
and make yarn appear
and i don’t know 
I don’t know
how another day unfolds
with us here together 
the togetherness
so big and clumped
that it becomes unseen 
I think we both 
do know
how to pull at that love 
and make a small thing appear
a long delicate strong strand 
a feeling that we are known 
so deeply to each other 
and the days spread on