I Saw Knitting Round a Pole

I saw knitting round a pole,

saw colour on a sign.

I saw doilies round a maple

and 6 ply in a line.

I wore black when I did it.

I saw luck and I weaved

a bomb of green sheep coat

now on the bench relieved.

Loop after loop I loosened

and stress dissolved as salt,

now proudly poised atop a sign:

such an agreeable assault.

Why take the world frowning?

Why take it unawares?

Be there in the present

and share your woolly wares.

Acknowledge what’s forgotten;

reclaim what has been dulled;

brighten someone’s day

and monotony’s annulled.

Be stealthy for a night and

let others see your knits —

with threads of heart wound round

warming naked street bits.

Snap that little scene

and put it here to view;

all lovebombs to burst brightly

with thanks from us to you.

Kate Mary. 2011