the circle

the women
both young
and old sit
in a circle
needles out, balls
of yarn
at ease in soft
rotation
as the yarn
slips up into
a scarf or
hat, or something
undetermined
yet. there is
a pause
for sips of coffee,
for words
said.
then back to
the clink and clink
of metal
on metal, the rock
of chairs.
the wind.