The Weaving Kind: October Weaving Submission

I practice weaving sweetly and quietly
with my thoughts, a podcast, and tea.
I breathe and move the shuttle
across across across,
and soon the weft is moving
up up up,
and I breathe. 
Weaving is my sister’s yoga
and my brother’s beer. 
It is my mother’s cleaning
and my father’s football.
It is my subtlety in a bold world, 
whispering, 

“It’ll be alright."

  This Woman's Work, 2017,  in progress.

This Woman's Work, 2017, in progress.