Clotho Visits the Local Yarn Store
Last Updated on Sunday, 17 February 2013 12:24
Published on Saturday, 10 October 2009 18:35
by Paula Berman
Illustrations by Derya Davenport
Just once, I would like to spin sheep's wool.
I want to feel soft fibers in my fingers,
hold merino to my cheek in place of mortality.
I want to knit a warm sweater that hardly matters,
and if I drop a stitch, say "Oops! Oh well,
no one but I will ever notice that."
I want these chill hands to make scarves
only to warm me against mundane winds
— I want to create a gift of mere love
instead of the unasked favors of Fate.
Duty overmasters me: I am Destiny. I work
consequences rather than cashmere, spin
certainties, not silk. Sometimes, though —
my fingers yearn for fiber.