Stitch in Time I slip between the tick and tock.With needle stab and drag of threadI build silent silken cocoon. Artfulsleight of hand and, stitch on stitch,my fingers birth newness, joiningwhere before was Not. In the gapsof in-breath and out I move with nothought, empty of all but the now.And when the time comes and mythread must be cut, I do so quick,sharp, strong. Deft, natural in thisplace like no other I move freedfrom gravity’s depressions, I flyfor a time. And that is enough.