Melissa Ahart


Mastering neither
knit nor purl,
I take pleasure

in unraveling,
cast on again.
The first row

is the hardest,
a child's cursive.
The next compound

and fray
like a troublesome

Try once more.
I learn to praise
secular mistakes:

the dropped stitch,
the tired scribe,
the vulnerable egg.

Melissa Ahart is a middle school librarian in Brooklyn. Her poetry has appeared in 2River View, Blue Moon Review, Conspire, Del Sol Review, Eleven Bulls, Perihelion, Stirring and materials for the Syracuse Cultural Workers.