A Sacred Object

Skinny threaded knots, body like a worm,
Red Rahki is its name.
As red as eyes of a monster when it’s angry,
hanging down like blood dripping from a hand,
It is the most sacred thing I've ever had.

At its end fireworks explode
twisting, turning, trying to get off my hand,
rough and bendy like a tree in the breeze.
Dangling on my hand like a dead leaf on a branch
Shhh, shhh, that’s it, swinging silently,
my good luck charm.

Sleeping like a moth on my hand,
the rough thread pinching me
makes me feel majestic.