a vest i crochet
in dark blue
stitch by stitch
unravel two
easy pattern
hard to learn
hook away
my fingers burn
design without
second thought
omitted details
cause distraught
push the hook
into split thread
crochet is relaxing
they said
a vest i crochet
in dark blue
stitch by stitch
unravel two
easy pattern
hard to learn
hook away
my fingers burn
design without
second thought
omitted details
cause distraught
push the hook
into split thread
crochet is relaxing
they said
stream of memories
dusk transformed into dreams
with no makeup
the sun rose uncombed
aroma of fresh coffee
broke through the air
enlivening all the senses
helping the limbs move
daily miracle of life
the day brightened up
neither being asked
nor begged
letting go of darkness
the light gently shines
new opportunities
new chances
purpose, the big question
that gives many indigestion
asking people about it
life goes on without it
swirls of stardust in the sky
on the ground the little i
storms in heavens brewing
what on earth are we doing
deep blue water sustains life
floating plastic debris rife
the horizon full of fires
burning all human desires
in the end what matters most
just before we turn to ghost
to cherish life as precious art
clear conscience loving heart
only mother knows
how child’s hair grows
only fathers can speak
of faterhoods technique
child is born too young
then learns a new tongue
gifted with odd moving parts
smile that melts all hearts
soon they start to crawl
licking painted wall
learning as they go
for viewers quite a show
growing up one day at a time
now on furniture they climb
the progress watched closely
still supervised mostly
skip and jump the teenage years
cuteness with time disappears
adulthood starts to slowly creep
starting their own family – a faith leap
newborn babies rewrite time
their presence feels sublime
lending adults wings of youth
uncovering the deeper truth
their eyes reflect our innocence
in sight of souls’ magnificence
prior to our fear of living
our own greatness reliving
being one with all of life
put aside the daily strife
yet most of all we enjoy
their capacity to hold joy