the thread

moments strung,
glass beads shining
life's radiance,
but no one can see
the thread,
not even me.

but I know
it holds me together
in the dark,
when I look for it,
when I feel it,
something to grasp
to become unfocused again.

don't ask me what it is,
don't ask me to show you,
for it cannot be seen,
only felt,
strung through my navel
and yours,
binding us to our ways,
so we can feel free
inside-outside.