KNITTING (2004-Jan-01)

sitting and knitting, busy hands; free my mind, to wander

a single thread, poke, loop, draw, slide
poke, loop, draw, slide, repeat and form cloth.
is life like this thread, woven, twisted
knitted into the fabric of our existance?

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

perhaps it's like the needles that knit
the time we pass through into shape

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

dropped stitches leave holes, holes in the fabric
dropped friendships leave holes, holes in our lives
holes form part of the pattern, texture, windows design,
{sigh} or just a glaring flaw

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

needle slips, drop a stitch
catch up with a hook, even across many rows
can dropped friendships be renewed?

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

pull out the needle
and it all unravels
leaving a whole string
ready to knit anew

can we be remade, too?
can we reshape our time afresh?

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

a child learns to knit
add some stitches, drop a few
uneven tension, random edges
"cloth" of tangled mess

yet somehow over time, desire and patience pay off in skill
an actual rectangle forms and grows; real cloth, beautiful cloth

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide
poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

can we make something of tangled lives?
if we keep trying, will we come whole?

poke, loop, draw, slide. poke, loop, draw, slide

sitting and knitting, busy hands; free my mind, to wander