Old woman,
I see your tapestries everywhere –
branches, railings, higher corners –
and there you are, waiting –
mending and tending – waiting,
like me, for something to come
(innocent and sustaining) –
meanwhile mending and tending,
spining out what I can
from what I have,
what I am.
Kathryn Hinds
Candle, Thread, & Flute (2013)
THE POETRY PLACE 