Plait, unwinding

​

Slow,

and with easy un-ceremony

we let the threads drift, spectral, loose, to the floor.

Safe in the knowing that we are all still

fastened.

Our lines have crossed, 

tied knots and frayed yarns 

transcended 

to a shared body 

of weight

of action.

 

We leap into one another and swim

daring broad-feathered strokes.