Generations of thread

The Thread
Denise Levertov

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.

Denise Levertov


The last old window in our house in Machiasport(we replaced the rest) with an old apothecary jar filled with ancient thread. It is unbelievablely hot and humid here today with Hurricane Earl lurking on the east coast, threatening us. I have never seen it so hot here and I'm cranky! We're headed for the West Quoddy Head Lighthouse in South Lubec to escape the heat, I'll link a photo later. And yes, I am a Betsey, not an Elizabeth, named after a Scottish great great grandmother and her daughter.