Knit and Purl
Back and forth between my worlds, a steady pace I keep,
weaving between consciousness and much-needed sleep.
I interlace the two into what becomes a life:
dreamer, writer, parent, teacher, artist, wife.
I am both what I dream of and the one who dreams,
and somehow in the dreaming, I join me at the seams.
Thus I am both facer and the one I’m facing.
I’m in the dream and out of it with both parts interlacing.
Which part of me goes with me when I leave this world?
Will it be the knitter or the one who purled?
As this fabric of my being slowly comes unknit,
both the knitter and the purler will unravel it.