Back bent, mind cloudy,
Yarn ball unrolling from hands —
Work’s monotony.
And yet… intricate.
My impassive needles click,
Weaving in each knot.
These wooden fingers
Dance an elaborate plan
While the sound keeps time.
Stitches blend below,
Uniform as Haiku lines
Stretched out on paper.
Repeat my mantra:
The pattern, must be followed,
For I fear mistakes.
With fingers aching,
Mind rooted within itself—
It is all worth it.
This piece was submitted to the Avenue's Literary Corner. The section features poems, personal essays, short stories and other creative works from local writers.
As a graduating psychology major who wishes to combine creativity and scientific research within her future career, Hannah Powell uses poetry to better interpret and express the complexity of human emotion and behavior.
