KNITTING IN TIME OF CRISIS
Since we invaded Afghanistan and Iraq,
I’ve been knitting
a lot, some might say compulsively
if they were unkind.
I prefer to avoid the unkind. They are
so often aggressive, and after all,
I’m just knitting.
Simple garter-stitch scarves
of loopy, fluffy novelty yarns, long enough
to wind again and again around the neck
or tie behind the back.
Sweaters with intricate Fair Isle
patterns in parliaments of colors.
Heavy afghans of hand-spun wool
with cables twisting and winding into paths
across a snowy map.
The last time I was so knitting-obsessed,
I was trying to quit
a dangerous habit, needed
to keep my hands occupied. Now I knit
socks on tiny wooden spears, soft armor
to keep the feet of sons and nephews dry and warm.
In my sleep, I pull one loop through another
to the soft click of long bamboo sticks,
creating a whole fabric
from one long, tangled thread.
Published in Heart’s Migrations (Tia Chucha Press, 2009)
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