Monday, August 1, 2016

In This Short Life


Mittens on dog paws
a slim needle
in my fingers
a sliver of moonlight
its eye an abyss
of Madame Chabert’s
ruler whacking
my knuckles

that preferred to curl
over Scott Joplin’s rag in The Sting
croon over Love Story’s theme
Joni Mitchell’s ‘Both Sides Now’
or Bach and Beethoven
for beginners

always beginning
like pushing a needle
through air
hoping it will poke
up from the unseen
backside of the linen
pull meaning from chaos
in little red stitches.