grass tow

[amurzxim]

I am in the tides house
a humble hole and I am tying my hair in knots
like an art form that grows and grows
it's like the first time you're told yes
when things click for you
when your universe spits out to you a simple yet satisfying:
yes.
and plaits your hair
with long gentle fingers
those that belong to a mother
whose wrist flicks gently 
motionless except for genial smiles
and the steady stoke of her hands
pulling loops through loops through loops