There is a thread
Between you and me
Like that spun by
A house spider
Robust to those
Who weave it
Who cling to it
But tenuous
And fragile
And at risk
From others who
Unknowingly trespass
For when they do
Our thread is snapped
And we feel cut off
Severed
Alone with our intruders
But like a spider
We re-spin the thread
And reconnect
With what is vital
For survival
