oh how intently she sits
deciphering the speed of sound, as the strings of her own heart hum its melody.
it seems possible that
someone,
somewhere
in the life of
robert redford
has quite
a thing
for yarn
these days.
perhaps it is
something new
as one of
the latest
sundance catalogs
that greeted
my mailbox
(i never buy,
but i love to look)
was full of
yarny pics.
i wonder
who it is
influencing
him in this way.
a grandma?
a daughter?
an uncle?
a close friend?
or maybe,
just maybe,
he has joined the ranks
of the many actors
who have taken
to the sticks themselves.
i am finding the rhythm of k1, p1, rib so very peaceful tonight
after all the more complicated stitches i’ve been jumping through the hoops of lately.
huge thanks to the gals at in the loop for finding me just the right yarn
to cast on for the planche vest from the newest issue of ik (summer 2012).
hope is
king in this room.
it swipes at every
wisp of gloom;
to freeze
the ember’s clout,
drown the coals
of doubt.
it escorts
the darkness out;
as hope is king
in this room.
‘hope’ taken from 5:16 of job.
poem by t.kuomi.
you know when
you lean way back
in a kitchen chair until
there are only two of its legs
left on the ground?
then you tilt
just a tiny bit farther
and you almost fall,
but at the very last second
you catch yourself?
steeking feels
an awful lot
like that.
*
i felt a clearing in my mind
as if my brain had split;
i tried to match it, seam by seam,
but could not make them fit.
*
the thought behind i strove to join
unto the thought before,
but sequence
ravelled out of reach
like balls (of yarn)
upon a floor.
*
‘split’ taken from 10:9 of ecclesiastes.
‘the lost thought’ by emily dickinson.
