Winding

A skein of wool should not be tightly wound,
for that will stretch and stress the twisted thread.
It needs a gentle laxity, that’s found
by spacing with a fingertip, she said
and showed me how, when I was sick abed
and soft enough to learn a thing or two.
From then to when I end, until I’m dead,
I gently play my fate out, clue by clue.

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