A haystack of odd lots of yarn –
bright colors tossed against each other in unkempt balls.
At first, they were to be someone’s art –
“I’ll have THIS with THAT” as Queen Elizabeth would tell her tailors.
But now, a quiet, sad depot of unfinished, abandoned creations.
Dig into that soft rainbow cloud,
touch fuzzy and silky
purple, indigo, crimson.
Knit and knot into something small,
a “no guilt project” that you can finish or … not/knot.
Make a length and width of caring,
The touch of the yarn soothes, like petting a quiet cat.
The rhythm of hook or needles calms frazzled brainwaves.
I am making something … what?
For a person I do not yet know . . . who?
It’s almost done! Please come take it from our offerings
Outside our church door, near the busy street.
Susan Olmstead Wang 