Paper Craft

a poem

It didn’t seem my place to say it
I always knew you’d end up here
feels I was meant to meet you now
but had arrived too early for my part

the fold lines were already there, faint
there was a tension, I could feel
warping the lines of your palm
when we first shook hands
material trying to get back to right
after a hasty fix without instructions
left new seams in the wrong places

what an odd pair we make, you know
one day I’ll figure out which of my creases
I get to sharpen between my fingernails
out of all this crumpled mess

but the shape of you was already there
in the diagrams drawn at the beginning of time
what a thing to witness, it coming together
every turn of the universe since
has been shaping stardust
into you.