Yep. Because I’m too busy and preoccupied to write a real post, here’s a poorly-crafted poem I’ve had sitting in my iPod Touch Notes for some time. Enjoy – or cringe. Whichever you prefer.

Oh sharply pointed sticks
And carefully knotted yarn
Bring me back from those
Shady corners of memory
To this moment, here
With you

Focus my errant thoughts
On this task in my hands
Right in front of me

Provide me with presence
When there is no escape

Acceptance when resistance
Is no option

A poem about… knitting.

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