Knitting with Yearning Yarn

As my five needles make their rounds,

I watch my skein grow smaller.

Click, snap, twist, lock.

Heathered yarn knots into fabric.

 

My skein grows smaller

But a tube buds from my needles like a spring leaf.

Heathered yarn knots into fabric,

Weaving a line into the third dimension.

 

A sock buds like that friendship with you.

A needle goes in on the right to

Weave a line into the third dimension.

It exits on the left.

 

A needle goes in on the right to

Make amends.

It exits on the left,

Spinning the yarn of renewed friendship.

 

“Make amends,”

I dream. I dream

We spin the yarn of a renewed friendship together.

My hope is stitched between each round.

 

I dream. I dream.

I miss you. I miss the way

We stitched hope for the next round

When we were outside the pool gate, waiting.

 

I miss you. I miss the way

We wove music the way I weave socks without you.

We sat outside the pool gate, waiting

For our future as story spinners.

 

We wove music the way I weave socks without you.

Click, snap, twist, lock,

Threads of love and regret mesh into fabric

As my five needles make their rounds.

 

By Anna Byham

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