Knit one, knit one, knit one
I ponder when the world will stop
spinning so I can breathe.
Knit one, purl one, knit one,
people ask is it hard,
I say yes,
It’s a lie.
My…piano fingers, artists fingers,
my long bony fingers make
light work of the needles.
Purl one, purl one…
what row am I on? What does it
matter, like all things in my life
this will become a chaotic flow
of mistakes lovingly crafted
Knit one, purl one, knit five
I don’t use a pattern, I don’t need
a pattern the image is super imposed
inside of my mind and analytically
broken down, I see it as it needs to be
created, as I do all things.
Knit five, purl two, knit five
from this angle I can see world
peace on the horizon.
My mind scrambles to create a pattern
for the Narnia wardrobe, hopeful
I could slip through and be met by
the lovely Mr Tumnus.
Karen Hayward ©201