Stable and unchanging, the needle exists
To form our history's inimitable fabric
Random raw material rolled into a ball
Sensations silk-fine to prickle-coarse.
In even strokes the needle works
Rhythmic, hypnotic, row upon row
In, round, through and off
A single thread, countless connections.
Minutes pass, the needle knits
We see only entangled loops
Emergent patterns of stitch and hue
Substance of a textured life.
Hours vanish, the needle flies
Even sleep brings no reversal
Perfectly balanced with time's opposite
The needle of eternity.
This poem was inspired by my own passion for knitting and written as an exercise in image and abstraction for the Sharpened Visions poetry course.
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