The scarf was tie-dyed
magenta diamonds around eyes of peacock blue
wrapped with bits of thread.
Who ties these what colour are their eyes
little hands gathering diamonds all day
wrapped with bits of thread?
What do they eat who puts food
into their hands? Sunrise shift
sweeping bits of thread
from workshop floors
caught beneath their feet in their lungs
the heat they bear the water they drink.
Spun into the day
living strands of thread
get up to dress the world for school for work.
Like a mother frowns
noticing bits of thread
untangles long fringes
has no need of labels
The Perfect One follows every thread.