you were there for me…
when i thought i had it down,
in it, wounds, rounds of tight knit
simplicities, explicitly spun a
speechless, needless skein.
needles caught in tangled thoughts
of what this me should me.
i needed you.
so let us now be strong and proud,
not raveled by the fads so well;
let’s knit the knits
and purl the purls
and share them with the world;
so take this walk with me. ~