knitting

you see them
in the coffee shops
their eyes down,
the clinking sound
as they sit close to
one another.
the yarn ball moving
with a life of it's
own, growing
smaller while the
sweater, or scarf or
hat becomes what it
will be. they talk
and wander in their
conversation, the needles
moving rapidly
over and over and over
as the morning wears
on. it's a meditaion
of sorts. making
something out of nothing.