This lady came to watch me knit one day.
The lady with the long black gown.
She asked me how long I had been doing this.
I told her my entire lives
and that even she does it
fast and effortless,
how we thrive in our stories.
I told her I was knitting a shawl
but then after a while it turned out to be a collar.
“Even my story is beyond me”, I told her
“I don’t know what would become of it”.
She cried silently
and asked if I could give her the piece of lace
to cover her bare throat.
“If only all stories are beautiful such as this”
she sighed, wrapping it around her.
I told her she looked good without it.
“Most stories will choke you.
Better to leave them be, unknitted
and let the cat play with the wool,”
“At least watching it making a mess
will make you smile.”
©Malintha Perera 2015