If you can’t see a silver lining,
turn things inside out.
Wash them with hope filled abandon,
hang them in the sun.
Let the wind whip them loose and
release them of their weights.
Gather them dry and soft,
hold them close to heart.
Place your face deep in,
and smell the residue of breeze.
And see how the sunlight
has left its mark
in a silver threaded hem.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
“Time and reflection change the sight little by little ’till we come to understand.”
~ Paul Cezanne
The whole thing starts with a single knot
and needles. A word and pen. Tie a loop
in nothing. Look at it. Cast on, repeat
the procedure till you have a line
that you can work with.
It’s a pattern made of relation alone,
my patience, my rhythm, till empty bights
create a fabric that can be worn,
if you’re lucky and practised. It’s never
to pick up dropped stitches…
~ Gwyneth Lewis
(from “How to Knit a Poem”)