Words wind
through my brain
threads in a tapestry
each small bit
only the tiniest part
of the whole
yet each leading
to the next
and without the last
the next
is pointless
irrelevant
without it
the picture
lacks form and function
and if each thread
were but a different length
or color
or
in a slightly different place
where then
would the fabric lead

author: April Wells
date: December 30, 2015