(My Heart Unto Yours is Knit) 

If you ask me

how my knitting classes are going

I’d say that I like the orderly progression of the stitches,

each row of loops on the needle,

posed like a chorus line facing left.

I love to slide my fingers over the alpaca,

to feel the rhythm that builds with needles and yarn.

I am mesmerized by the subtle dance of knit and purl,

 the growing weight of the piece as it shifts on my lap.

I clutch the bamboo needles

like a Newfoundland trucker who knits while he drives.

My hands explore new territory and acquire their own memory.

I work the fibers of Incan royalty

 and the stitches leapfrog into stockinettes and ribs;