Self-Portrait as a Knot

 

Behold my nature, gnarly as a knot,

Twisted tight and so-untimely caught

In loop-de-looping laps of circling thought.

 

These self-inflicted binds won’t let me move,

And all my ends contrive new ways to prove

To God and man that this is all a plan:

 

This course of snarling strings from end to end.

I’ve buried strands I long ago forgot

And fear that this can only make me fail,

 

But moves to self-untie cannot avail:

My thumbs have long laid buried in a groove

Beneath a dozen snags I never sought.

 

I am undone.  And yet I am a knot!

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s