the threads are spinning
little ones all around
they shoot out of my soul
and grab onto things
gesturing and inviting

i spin strong threads
and brightly colored
and there are a billion of them
a constellation of excitement
and wonder at the world

the threads seek amusement
and play and diversions
and accomplishment and love
little kisses and snuggling
and great and terrible thoughts

they grab onto cuteness and brilliance
and other shiny objects
that normally attract the natural attention
of species engaged in
curious quests for survival

my threads they are spinning
a billion on a billion,
holding, touching, reaching
hoping to connect and
someday weave with another.