A Cinq-Cinquain

A string
- white and red - ties
Ankle to ankle - but
They don’t know. It’s invisible.
then, the

pull - what's
that?- he's gone cloud
diving – or, perhaps, sea-
swimming with a herd of drunken
blue whales.

Or she's
floated off to
Milada lakadi
By way of puff sleeves - two hot air
balloons

Caught in
The clouds - the wait -
Of wind and rain and sighs
And tears - Movement not always of
the feet.

His pause
- her lips - in the
'oh' of silence - they hear
a whisper of string-swept ground - a
still stir.



"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet,
regardless of time, place, or circumstance.
The thread may stretch or tangle,
but it will never break." - Ancient Chinese Myth