The Thread

I’ve heard it said
that when we are born
we are attached to our moms
by a silver thread.

Over the years the thread
sends out other lines
like a spider
building a web

attachments
made to last
throughout
a lifetime

but what happens
when the thread is broken
or intentionally cut?
Do we float out in space

disconnected
and vulnerable
not protected
by love?

Sometimes those
threads feel like lassos
from a spider, a trap,
to keep us paralyzed

not like the cocoon
of a caterpillar
where one day

we will emerge
transformed,
free to fly
the earth unfettered.

I don’t want to be free,
I want to be attached
to the silver threads
connected to me.