deep snarls

deep snarls

a weaver will know
that snarls in yarn
beg for slow hands—

our task, to untangle
the clump at the root

finger the knot, roll it
to soften, ease it loose
then stop.

go stand in the garden
smell the moist soil
watch a house finch
snag seed
let your heart rest

return to the work
look closely—can
you tease out an end,
does it go under
or over or around?
don’t touch, not yet

then act with care
be kind to yourself
thread by thread, pick
it out, see it through

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

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