It’s difficult down here

with the trees and the sky and the sunshine
and the interminable ache and the unfed longing
and the breeze and the ground and the shelter
and the burning blush and the gaping holes.

Down here 
everything is hard 

with the work and the breaks
the separations and lines
the urge to merge and
the desire to fly

away. I tease out 
links of gold 
down here 

in a terrible tangled chain.

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Backstory

Have you ever been late going somewhere because you were busy trying to get a knot out of a necklace? And you know you could wear a different one, but you wanted to wear that one, maybe you don’t even know why. So you give your time to this delicate, maddening work, even though no one else will understand. But it means something to you. So you do it.