Winter Poem
Keep warm. Try
Knitting. Unravel
A cloud of doubt
Into transparency
Experienced as
A sense of place.
Let the needle
But the thread.
Let the needle
Wind through
Curves of a so-called
Awareness. Keep
Knitting. You need
Somewhere to exist.
What you make
Will be a mirror
Of your shortcomings.
It’ll be ugly and something
To laugh at
Followed by a sense of loss
When you notice
How beautiful you are
In your terrible sweater.
