Silk Road

Silk Road


Reeling and rolling,
Slippery skeins of road
Trailing away from me in ribbons,
Unravelling like a handmade sweater
Across the counterpane mismatch
Of sweaty green squares and through
The muscled flanks of grease grey towns.

Fibres of longing unknit themselves
From the tight place in my chest and
Follow those silk roads ahead,
Pulling me behind;
Weaving me into a pattern I cannot see
With an unknown something waiting,
Just out of sight, to unravel me.