Freedom

When I was young
I assumed I’d be able
to knit my life
up into
a perfect
little
package.

I’ve discovered
that is not to be.

I’ve come, instead,
to think of my life
as a well-worn sweater—
stretched,
baggy,
frayed a bit,
with lots of
loose ends.

And that’s okay.
There’s a certain freedom in
loose ends.