Twist of a Stitch

Through each movement of my hand
I see purpose
in a twist of a stitch
I see my own quest for perfection
in interpretation

The lightness of the fibre
is my heart
my art

I wonder,
in the building of things
what I add to this world?

I hypothesize that I am
entertaining myself

doing "busy work"

the eye absorbs
the mind interprets
the hands speak the language

creations drop like rain to the
ground
in big, glorious puddles

I splash around a lot.