Hand in hand, they saw the silver shuttle in the glass case in the antique market.
He noticed how her eyes shined and she held her breath a little--
how she marvelled at the scroll work on the silver tool.
He went back later and got it for her, a present to remember the day by.
Weeks flew by and she learned to make the knots and loops
patterns of rings and chains for lace frivolité.
Her fingers learned to maneuver the shuttle and the thread little by little.
Some days her threads are still tentative, her knots askew.
Time continues on in swirling patterns that curve and scroll just like the lines on the silver shuttle.
Eventually the pattern will come out right.