The Kink

I discovered a kink in my string.

I pondered.

I fretted.

What's this? I bellered.

A kink? In my string?

Why a kink?

How shall I ever get rid of it?

For all my striving

I could not control the kink.

Soon the single kink

had become a trio.

I fretted.

I struggled.

All my efforts produced only frustration

and the kinks, joining forces,

became one obnoxious knot.

I struggled.

I fought.

But one never conquers a knot

by fighting.

Exhausted,

I began slowly,

painstakingly,

working at the knot.

In time the knot was once again

a trio of kinks.

And, really,

I can get by with three kinks in my string.

Ginger Kauffman