thrums

Lemony felt farfalle
Ethereal fluff noodles
Frizz sun-choked and
Spun marigold-saturated yolk-drenched
Roving sprung from ewe
Snags on my alligator pause, would salve help
A not yet smooth stopmotion
Intricate dance perfected by worn hands the world over
Forming tender miracles to disappear our hands
or teeth or both into
Pirouette across my palms
Softly grazing knuckles then
flicked from the fingertips
Still finding my rhythm
absent-mindedly present-handedly
Spinning wool and flower into sustenance
Soft for my chapped hands
Soft respite for someone else’s hands, soon
While my ears transmit to my brain
The sharp words of new(s) terror
And the warmth of roving
round my fingers mutes the harsh
And transliterates it into visions
Of safety and comfort 4 all