When I first e-mailed the artist who designed my latest shirt (he’s based in Singapore), he and I negotiated a price for his services. He suggested a price; I suggested lower. He suggested meeting halfway, but on the condition that I write a poem based on a shirt design of his.
I wrote back: “Deal.”
The Last Thread
Threads along the afternoon
Vinyl of my life
I have jumped right off the moon
toward the falling light.
With me, you will take the plunge
those drumbeats in our heads,
But I will hold on to the one…
your one and only thread.
Unfurling is our spirit
unraveling is our fear
the closer that we get…
…the louder in our ear.
But I will pull and squeeze this strand
for everything we knew
for everything unbroken
’til there’s nothing left of you.
©2008 Chance.
