Sometimes a knitting thing becomes my friend.
My good friend. My soft one. Patient one. Very quiet one.
Security blanket one.
Endless stockingstitched one.
Stealing a few rows here and there.
When in doubt, knit a few more.
When tired. only one or two.
Cashmere, lacy-fine and pure.
Slow but steady.
Straight. Long. Wide.
Bright and dark
like yin and yang.
jelly and compote,
Elvis and Gorecki.
And : sometimes
deviations
like thoughts
some exquisite
filigree holes
slits
anomalies.
For…
venting
sighing
thinking
appreciating
contemplating
knitting
laughing!