The Thread

Jamie made his landing in the world so hard he ploughed straight back into the earth. They caught him by the thread of his one breath and pulled him up. They don't know how it held. And so today I thank what higher will brought us to here, to you and me and Russ, the great twin-engined swaying wingspan of us roaring down the back of Kirrie Hill and your two-year-old lungs somehow out-revving every engine in the universe. All that trouble just to turn up dead was all I thought that long week. Now the thread is holding all of us: look at our tiny house, son, the white dot of your mother waving.