The beginning always starts with a single thread,
That joins one with another
and another,
Creation forming out of a sliver of thread.
At first its:
purpose;
pattern;
shape;
Are difficult to discern,
But, slowly in the threads,
I see a shape, a pattern, a purpose,
At first known only by me,
Until it’s shared with another,
We see together,
The gift that is hard to find,
If only given a quick glance.