Moirai
sits
with
the
cat's
cradle
of your
life
in
her
supple
hands
and
never
still
fingers

she
thread­s
kismet
karma
fortune
and
potluck
into
wonderous
configurations
­
and in
order
to
keep
the
threads
pliable
yielding
and
graceful
she
dips
them
in
puddles
a­nd
oceans
of...

lust
laughter
love
joy
hope
and
sorrow
fear
ange­r
and
everyday
madness

all
of
life's
fibres
and
oils
scents
and
­tastes
mingled
together

deftly
worked
and
reworked
as she
deems
fit

and
in
this
thread
a
knot
that
joins
birth
and
death

Moirai
sits
forever
patient
and
twiddling
until
knot
is
l­et
unravel
and
you
are
left
to
hang
dangling
at the
end
of
fate's
frayed
and
ever
fraying
thread.