There came a moment of inattention,
I think I was trying to make sense of my own design,
when it began to unravel.
I dropped stitches,
felt the yarn untwist then knot between my fingers.
There came that moment of inattention,
when my own fashioning began to seem unwieldy,
and I purled instead of plained
and our glorious pattern looked
awkward, unworked, unbeautiful.
There came this moment
when I saw what I had done
Then there came another moment
when together we scooped up the sorry mess
a variation on what we had before
but more brilliant.