if it quirks..

Look up!  Everything I have is yours!

No, not down! Look up!

Everything is made for you.

Look out!  Watch for me. I’m here in the golden thread.

You know I am that yellow ribbon passing from

your neighbor to your heart, to your

toe, to the ground, to the tip of an eyelash.

I’m the tingle in your nerves raveling around

bones.  They rattle and your whole frame

shakes for joy.  Everything I have is yours

in this golden afternoon.