In the morning
the demands of the day
pull and stretch
the threads that hold
our family together.
We go our separate ways
dispersing to the east,
the west, and south, to
our prospective duties
as citizens of this world.
But when the day
is content we've met
our obligations to it,
those threads pull us
back to safety.
For these aren't threads
that imprison us,
but a bond of the heart,
a cozy blanket to wrap
ourselves in at the end of the day.
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