this is how life happens,
unspooling smooth
in front of us
until we grab it up
into needles or hooks
to make some(one)thing
of it, but I don’t crochet
or knit.  those disciplines
of ordered tangling
are beyond me, so I play
cat’s cradle with mine
& maybe change colors
weaving a god’s eye
between crossed popsicle sticks
easy enough to do
because that’s not craft
it’s geometry

just another way
I have learned to live the big
through the mundane
technology of hands

the significance
hiding inside crossed sticks
Elmer’s glue
& yarn

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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9 Responses to yarn

  1. annotating60 says:

    Very good Susan, I liked the follow through. >KB

  2. davidtrudel says:

    What a great metaphor!

  3. My treasure of happiness lies
    In the eyes
    On the yarn glue and sticks
    Set for eyes and other eyes
    X marks where eyes mix

  4. nelle says:

    A better usage than that of Madame Defarge. 😉

    My mom crochets, a skill I’d never acquire.

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