The rope is therapeutic
something new to get lost in
something else to make my
heart race and my soul
a little less restless

Uncertainty that I command
and control. I stop time with it
I take my time with the rope

It’s sometimes uncomfortable
but I continue. I move toward
discomfort and pleasure. I wade
through electric waters to taste
those endorphins ——the poetry
of perfecting knots on my skin

The rope is therapeutic
There is newness here
Newness with more
excitement than fear

Column ties and knots
There’s poetry in the fact
That physical tying
Untangles my mind