A Knot

Threads of small, sand-covered dreams

Knitted into softest wool

Lie shaking under the cold, thundering sky:

An inky blue night

Unrelenting, harsh and dry;

Two knitting needles sunder and meet,

Clinking like glasses in joy

As unlined, tired hands

Ignore the pain and continue

Line by each patterned line:

Under and over;

Over and under

And on and on...

Here and there lie scattered

Pink dreams wrapped in gold,

A few simple loops of old-fashioned dawns,

And 

A reversal,

A patterned difficulty:

A guilty dream, painful and ignored;

A process complicated by sighs

From nearby trees: soft, deceitful

They ebb and flow,

Over and under;

Under and over

Sympathetic leaves fall to the ground

Like a red carpet uselessly laid out for the triumphant dead

And on and on

The yarn goes,

Over and under:

A long painful stretch

Of weak dream-carded wool

©Geetakshi Arora

December 11, 2013