Knitting

Her scent was a swirl of vanilla and coconut

she spoke in a soft

never demeaning tone

My admiration for her never dwindled

as she taught me the art of

knit purl knit purl

Stitches twisted, knotted, and flew off the needles

my awkward and clumsy hands fumbled and unraveled

but I remained eager and pushed through the rows

Knitting grew to be my meditation

there is no worry about the end result

I just unwind my mind

as I unwind my yarn

knit purl knit purl

Soft threads against my fingertips

are more refreshing and cleansing than a screen.

I love my soothing and restorative practice

of knit purl knit purl