Each day something strange reaches out,
Often from a very beautiful source,
Then unexpectedly, it takes my breath away,
And scares me.
As the tentacles and the poison nears my skin.
My cable seems to be at breaking point again; but I am strong.
I can take a little more weight,
Even though I am running out of places to tie the wire,
Perhaps one more time.
However, like the swan, I appear strong and smooth,
Holding up what needs holding,
Seemingly indestructible and able to embrace forever,
To all those around me.
Such is the strength given to me to prevail … for one more day.
The clatter of the loom can still be heard,
If you listen carefully sounds of ancient voices and small paychecks opening can be heard,
Only to be turned in at the local hostelry,
Or at a grocery store on a cold walk home.
All that remains are the floors and big windows,
Streaming light to save owners cash,
Until at last they have none,
As China breaks silently into all the lives of the mill.
Relieving poverty in one location, for new hardships in another.