I looked out my window 

and saw the world torn in two.

Rent through the center.

Loose threads waving in the wind.

And I wondered who would stitch us up, 

sew us together, how my mother did 

when I was too rough 

with my favorite stuffed animal.

And when she was done she sat me down, 

needle in hand, and said

Thread this here, 

you'll need this skill 

when things fall apart.