July #7

spinning
the act of creating use
out of easily broken
formless fibers,
magically transforming them
is a process that has been done
as i have done
for hundreds of years.
maybe i will prick my finger
on a spindle
fall asleep for 100 years of solitude,
wake up
when I am kissed
and turned into a frog.
Or is that
not how it goes?
oh well -
back to work,
the wheel,
ever turning