I Do Not Craft It Taut

I do not craft it taut, I leave loose ends
and so try to leave myself  liberty
to be at large, on the loose, explore
can crotchety old man crochet his grace?

the tether of song errant muse enjoys
as she casts  it off as almost nothing
but not quite, a step behind where she goes 
on her merry willful fleetfooted way

I live as breath, she leaves me out …