My shoelaces are in a knot –
I’m tired, and want to be in bed
but must sit here and tug instead.
Is this a skill my hands forgot?
My shoelaces are in a knot.
I should be wearing Chelsea boots
or Moccasins – or go barefoot
about the world. But now I’ve put
down deep and complicated roots.
I should be wearing Chelsea boots.
To take a knife and cut right through
would save me time, and I’d soon be
sleeping beside you, tangle-free.
But it’s too late for me, or you,
to take a knife and cut right through.
Things fall apart, or so they say.
Well, not these laces – they’re entwined
in a compact double-bind.
How long until they just decay?
Things fall apart. Or so they say.
First published in ‘The Haiku Quarterly’.