Journals from the boat – 3/23/2020
It started as a dropped stitch
In the future I was creating.
Plans for events and classes and friends,
Visits from family and trips to new cities.
I tugged gently on the yarn
To see if it would hold.
A stitch let go,
And then a second.
“Covid-19 arrived in South America.”
“It’s cancer.”
The unraveling started slowly,
But soon entire rows of stitches were pulling.
Disappearing, heartbreaking.
Until, at last,
All that was left of my plans
Was the pile of yarn in my lap.
There’s something about crisis, though,
That promotes contemplation.
Who, what, where, and with whom
Do I want to be?
Now, I’ll knit something new with this yarn.
Something even better.
