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.

by Don Paterson

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Those last three lines give me a lesson in how to close a poem! ! ! Excellently plotted. 10
Head, lead! In the universe. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
'All that trouble just to turn up dead was all I thought that long week. Now the thread'....is very nice. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.
Such a great poem by Don Paterson👍👍👍
This is interesting and amazing poem very beautifully penned. Jamie has made his landing in the world...10