Needlepoint
A turning point--
like a needle piercing a canvas,
pushing up from the blind underside
to revisit the world.
With each small tug
a thread appears, connecting
a row of holes that align
like silent days.
Today, I work in a field of blue,
blending small patches of sky
around trees, struggling
to find the pattern
between hills and clouds--
heaven and earth.
(Published in Ruminate Magazine 2009)