The threads and fibres
Pull in opposite directions;
The weft and weave
Stretch to breaking point.
With a great deal of time,
Patience, and ever-increasing skill,
I slowly knit them back together.
I have come to know
The flow of my left hand,
The clarity of my right;
I see their vulnerability
As they mend this taut split,
Deftly intertwining wool
Like thoughts in a mystery.
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