Tangled

Thoughts and feelings
about yesterday
and tomorrow,
rolled into one
brown mass -
tangled, with
a lost start, and
an unknown end.

Untangling
is not easy
if the threads
are not to be cut.

I find the knots
one by one,
with trembling fingers
running along each thread,
finding patterns in patterns
of thoughts and feelings,
as they slowly unwind
and unravel the enigma
of what it is
to be utterly human.