Harbor

Without the ribbon of responsibility
I held on to the thread of thresholds.
There is anxiety that this will rob me
of my robes. Our sitcom needs another
season on the screen of regrets. We
may edit our exploits.

Who do we blame for human brockage?
Kinship or karma? Faint echoes forfeit
to ley lines. To unbraid multiple strands
requires hidden fingers: It's easier to ply
faith within the folds of the inescapable.
Belief widens the bandwidth.