A New Hat by Linda France

What I’m offering you is the chance

to let things be as simple

as they’ve never been – wood

and sheep’s wool, the honest work

of hands that catch the tang

of warm and cold, the bone

beneath the skin.  Count up

your years – cable and rib,

marled yarn cast on for casting off

again.  Those almost invisible

spaces between stitches

where your thoughts hold you

are safe – as the sea is safe.

Watch the sirens, hatless

and singing.  For once

let the tides row you home.


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