You’ve held it since the beginning
Made for me, and rejected
so you took it as your own
A greenthread
without name or provenance
far from any habitat
Like you knew the story to come
Knew, somewhere in the ether
where we’d go
And how I’d come to fall…

for its color, fragility
just as I uncovered my own
in wild(er)ness

Knew, that I’d melt at the sight
facing mountains and a low sun
A discovery…
realized
The wisp of a stem, rooted
in pure gold