To knit is to remember 'good old days,'
grandmothers crafting bright afghans, a maze
of soft, warm squares. It is the use of twists
of yarn in countless colors, agile wrists
which knot your memories into a sock,
a sweater, scarf, or hat. It is to lock
a craft invented by the ancients in-
to your own repertoire of skills. Begin
your work with strangers' patterns, altered slight-
-ly when it suits you. Clicking needles might
echo a poet's typing: both are arts
which make well-worn rhythms, as smaller parts
solidify, and form fresh creations,
new and yet old – pre-plotted innovations.
Poems are knit together, too. Each wears
its finely crafted words in sock-like pairs.