hem and paw

ticking, flipping, fingering
under each line
each page
methodically
slowly
playing music with the lines, the pages
these strings that make me hum
fine tuning ever so carefully
plucking at the instrument
discovering and analyzing the fine emotional discordant
music I've made
and try to unravel and hem the weave
into a safe, strong hammock
a swaddle, a hug
to calm and soothe myself into a lullabye