No. 21 i am knitting a blue thing

i am knitting a blue thing

with no pattern and no expectation
of its final form.
it might be a metaphor.

i do expect to wrap myself
in this blue thing, wrap myself
in this metaphor of blue poised,
perhaps, to comfort.

i spin blue wool and knit
the blue thing and i see
blue everywhere:
in shadows, in smoke,
in the snow.

blue shimmers in black things.

blue sings me to sleep
in a room with maps on the walls.

i stare into blue flames, knitting, waiting
to wrap myself in the blue thing,
to take the blue pulse,
to whisper that i’m afraid
so afraid
there is something
rushing to meet me
like the earth meets a thing falling from the blue
sky.

--Zann Carter 04.21.09