To thread the needle is swift;
it will seem as one to them.
Sinister and manual, like reading,
left to right, its first time through.
Dexterity this adroit schemes,
for repairs are as good as recompense.
The droves upon droves–
peering in the wide, openly
shuttered in or scared out–
remain mystified by something so little.
You have heard: The spirit willing, the body, weak.
So beautiful She has made us,
breathing syncretism, my sisters and I,
who illumine in so many reptilian eyes around us.