improbable

as it may seem,

a size 11 double pointed needle

when fumbled

clumsily onto my front porch

(while waiting with my daughter for

my son’s bus to bring him home to us)

will fall silently and in seemingly slow motion,

teeter on the edge of the wide space

between the nicely weathered boards,

then just when you’re sure that all is well,

(and it is too late to act anyway

even if you move dangerously quickly)

drop into the dark unknown –

the far reaches –

a territory that we call,

with a slight shudder, ‘down there’.

now,

this may delay

progress being made

on this snuggly toy owl’s ears,

but it will not

– and i repeat ‘not’ –

stop things completely.

i am making it work on just 4 dpn’s

because 3 of my kids

(and even the baby asked with his big brown eyes)

already requested exactly which yarns they would like to have theirs knit up in.

(note to self: letting the kids play in my stash might be best avoided in the future…)

‘worth’ taken from 23:15 in genesis.