Go find someone who knows.
A woman, your mother,
They will show you how to begin.
Cast on. This is not easy.
It involves loops. Relax.
Tension flows in, twists and knots.
Feel the warmth of the wool.
Allow the click of needles,
the rhythm of the stitches
to knit you calm.
It is not grief that shapes our days,
but peace. Console yourself
and as you knit,
death will not come close, but lies,
its belly to the fire to warm its fur.