April 25, 2020 Poem “Yarn”

 



Yarn
 
 
Grandma Marie is a founding member
of the Knit-Wits. They turn out hats, sweaters,
scarves, and socks. They turn up for canapes
and cocktails, a little discreet dishing
of those not there, complete with embroidery
but just around the edges, building up
the local gossip row by row. Here’s the thing:
we learn from each other how to make it new.
 
In storytelling, too, there needs to be
a looping back, complications that only
appear to be tangles. Details are key;
so are color and contrast. Without some
holes, there is nowhere for the attention
to catch hold. But, ladies, let’s remember—
vary that pattern but don’t make it up
out of whole cloth or improbably sticky yarn.
 
 
Leslie Schultz