Mending

Mending

by Michael R. Burch 

 

I am besieged with kindnesses;

sometimes I laugh,

delighted for a moment,

then resume

the more seemly occupation of my craft.

 

I do not taste the candies;

the perfume

of roses is uplifted

in a draft

that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans

 

that spin like old propellers

till the room

is full of ghostly bits of yarn ...

My task

is not to knit,

 

but not to end too soon.

 

Published by Poetry Super Highway and Poetry Life & Times