The serendipity of the fiber arts
I feel serenity when I pick up a hook
Crocheting to feel bliss
To feel like there is control in my messy world

A world in which I suffer on the daily,
Becomes joyous with a new project
Bags, blankets, scarves
The rectangular shapes appeal to me
As a way of comfort,
Often missed in my life

To abandon my hooks would be to disparage myself
Malign the progress and change in my life
The one constant that involves this daily
As to not become melancholicly repetitive

I believe there is love in my yarn
Unraveling, winding and working
All worked by hand, handmade with care in every thread

History woven and set in yarn
Here speaks past voices of the gifted
The activism, the fashion, and the unprecedented
Elating to those in this community
The lovers of the yarn,
Trying to make the world a more tight knit place

To make a mark with ones brushstrokes
Is to hook and twist around
Twisting over or under
Front side or back side
I see the history being made,
One stich at a time

Stiching by hook
I weave in the ends of me
To be as one with my livelihood,
My soul, belongs to crochet