The fabric that ties
is not made of heavy yarn

For lives are woven by thin threads

So it is with you that I like
to listen to the ordinary

For when I ask,
what did you do today?

And you say, “This, That, and the Other—
Nothing, Nothing really happened”

Binding threads are severed at the root.

The big things are for everyone else,
The small ones are for me.

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017