1/8/02

Tapestry, unwoven thread by thread,

the seeds of millefoile scatter on the ground.

Imagination and true life are wed

in a slender, arching neck, now unbound.

The legend formed on warp and woof is free

to charge at dawn and knock stars from the sky,

no longer prisoner of the fabric sea

that held him tight and wouldn’t let him cry

a challenge to all huntsmen in the wood,

his home, so far from here. They lie in wait

to kill the one that stepped down from the wall,

to keep him from remembering that his fate

is his own, and that the clearest call

to life and strength will come from his own heart.

The unicorn defies the weaver’s art.