April 2, 2018 NaPoWriMo Challenge Poem “Fate”

Fate
for Pablo Neruda

A small hole has opened
beneath my foot,
in the dense woven black
of my cotton sock.

I see startled whiteness—
my granular skin,
clean as a peeled
winter onion.

I skin off the sock
with its tiny new eye,
converse of growth
on white potatoes.

I think to fling it
wherever things go,
worn out of service,
imperfect now;

but, seeing my fingers
bearing their marks—
alluvial strata
of weather and woe—

wound round the toe
of the aged sock,
this moves me to find
a spool of black,

to seek a sleek steel,
(slender remedy)
to thread its clear eye.
To blink. To retry.

Leslie Schultz

I have been thinking a lot about socks lately, as I knit along on a new one most days. Yesterday, I discovered a hole in a (mass-produced) sock I was wearing, and that led to this poem. After I wrote it, I thought of two favorite poems, this one by Pablo Neruda, and then this one by Ted Kooser–with clear evidence that his spare style is appreciated in China!

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Hope to see you tomorrow! Leslie