Today our poet is Liz Eisen.
Written by Liz Eisen
Wandering down a street
the ancient storefronts
bakery, hardware, consignment, theatre, café.
Finding the muse,
a hidden door off the main
behind which I will find respite.
being in this room filled with baskets and shelves
of hanks and skeins and balls of fibers.
I watch quietly as the gray-haired woman
who learned the twisting of the yarn and needles so many years ago
brightens as the knits and purls reveal themselves to her again.