A Knot

I tied a knot today

A good knot

I could trust that knot.

It was strong,

It was secure,

I could trust that knot with my life.

I thought

A friend should be like a good knot:

Strong,

Trustworthy,

And closely bonded.

Then it fell apart.

Not my knot of course,

But my idea.

I built that knot,

Its strength was because of me.

I tied it

And it simply stayed where I left it.

It was not the knot I trusted,

It was me I trusted.

Then it fell apart.

The knot this time.

Well, I untied it.

But with ease.

I was told a good knot is strong

But unties easily.

That’s not the kind of friend I want.

Someone who just stays where I leave them

Who sits unmoving like a dog, or a knot

Who I trust simply because they obey me

And who just disappears in an instant.

I like knots.

They are strong,

And secure,

And trustworthy.

But a knot is not a friend.

I know now,

A knot is a knot.