Hands so tiny, the laces snake about
Like ropes – all a tangle.
Hair cascades down to the floor,
Face bent over, so near her feet
I wonder at how a body
Can collapse itself, so small.
Again her fingers dance about,
Twining the strings,
Around and over and under.
She sets to the task with
As much sheer will and concentration
As any surgeon tying up knots might do.
But it all comes undone,
And eyes like full moons, look up
And pull me into her gravity.
Knees sink to the floor,
Heads bowed down to the ground,
Our hands wrestle the snake together.