like little boats in the storm
yarn flows in between
back and forth, the fabric grows,
my thoughts, diligent travelers
scatter around
following the rhythm of my knitting.
there is so much happiness to be felt
i can have fried okra for dinner, for example
and knit a turquoise sweater all night
wake up without the sound of seagulls
and see this beautiful man sleeping by my side.
click click go the needles
between my fingers i hold
promises of warmth, promises of color
rows and rows, first knit then purl
while the past folds onto its own, layer after layer,
the future keeps its secrets safe.
while the past folds onto its own, layer after layer,
the future keeps its secrets safe.
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