Denise Levertov: "The Thread"

Something is very gently,
invisibly, silently,
pulling at me—a thread
or net of threads
finer than cobweb and as
elastic. I haven't tried
the strength of it. No barbed hook
pierced and tore me. Was it
not long ago this thread
began to draw me? Or
way back? Was I
born with its knot about my
neck, a bridle? Not fear
but a stirring
of wonder makes me
catch my breath when I feel
the tug of it when I thought
it had loosened itself and gone.

"The Thread" by Denise Levertov. Text as published in Poems, 1960-1967 (New Directions, 1983).

Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer.