fleece

strange day of handling a
sheep fleece, carding, the
rollags drafting down, the
quiet clack-clack of the
spinning wheel, fingers feeling
yarn: the tension between
stretch and breaking

the serene moment, elongated,
of unison, everything
working together and at once,
the mind elsewhere, whisper-
quiet

long locks of yarn in skeins
we plied, to take home
and use: a touch
of ancient eyes

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