for LB
In the dream, I hand him a skein
of evergreen yarn. He cups his palms
below it as if receiving communion,
then squeezes the fine wool,
testing its softness, its strength.
Finding it worthy, he nods at me
as I offer you the half-knitted hat,
the yarn still attached to the needles,
the other end of the yarn held in his palms.
He looks at you, so loving, so tender,
looks at the slender green strand between you
and smiles before unwinding the yarn
to give you more length, more length.
This morning, the dream still wrapped around me,
I imagine you not as Penelope, knitting
and unknitting to prolong your time. Instead,
I see you have made of the yarn a swing,
a pendulum tethered to devotion that allows you
to play and soar between realms, and the god
of swings and the god of skeins, and
the god of play and the god of love and the god
of green and the god of dreams are the same
good god, and every one of them is whispering
bless you, bless you, bless you.
This is so good. It captivates and has me visualizing all the way through. <3 @}—}——
Thank you, L, it was so visceral, the dream, and it just wouldn’t let me go! i had to write about it instead of sleeping–and I was so so so tired!!!
You’re welcome, Rosemerry! I understand exactly what type of dream you mean. I’m glad you got up and decided to write through the tiredness. 🙂
So tender.
thank you, LuAnne, it WAS so tender … the dream, sharing the dream, still feeling so wrapped up in the dream … and the love of the two people I am writing about
This blew my heart chakra open wide.
Thank you.♥️
ah, roseanne, thank you for going all in with me and the poem
👌🌟