Occasionally, I get this feeling in my fingers.
I feel the itch to make, create, discover.
On these days, I reach into my bag of rainbows -
Each skein full of possibility.
What will they become?
A scarf, a hat, a shawl, a sweater….
So many decisions.
I choose my medium: a soft thin yarn.
I pull out my circular needles: 4 mm,
And I feel the yarn between my fingers.
The deep pull of the thread telling me:
How to form it’s shape.
I start my first row.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
The metal sticks glide across and hit-
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
They time the rhythm to the beat -
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
The hands almost touch in prayer
And almost clap, dance apart.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
The yarn flows from nothing
Into warmth, a hug, a caress.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
A sleepy cat on my lap,
And caffeine sits by my side.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
The sunrises and sets and evening comes.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Another day, another wave of color...
Another moment...
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Days, evenings, mornings, nights
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Finally, I'm almost done!
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Klack, Klack, Klack, Klack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
But, I'm not really done, yet.
I have a few inches to go.
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Yes! This is it!!
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Just a few more!
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
YES! I am done.
Just one last row…
I begin to cast off -
Knit two, cast off one,
Knit one, cast off,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast,
Knit, cast, knit, cast
I knit the last ripe stitch and pull it closed.
I pull the yarn through the last stich,
Forming a long circle taking my scissors
And hearing them:
Shush, shush, shush, shush
The scissors slice the fibers from my creation.
I pull on the leftover, raw material
And throw with my scraps, a family reunion.
I thread my needle and tuck in the edges.
From start to finish, I stand back and admire
The combination of knots and threads,
The well of adoration and accomplishment overflows.
I sit down, grab my yarn bag, and
Pick my next project.
I pull my needles out of my bag,
Poised to create again.
I feel the weighted yard full
Of anticipation and yearning.
I start casting on, again,
Hearing the same friendly refrain -
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
Click, Clack, Click, Clack
And so, it begins.
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