Knitting

She

sat on

top of the world,

the woman who knitted

with yarn fashioned from fleeces

of the lonely sheep which grazed there;

where the weather station stood sentinel to

the wind blowing in across the margins of the land.

In that high place, where the snows had melted, she knitted

socks.

 

This was a real encounter I had after cycling to the top of a mountain in the Picos in   northern Spain; there was an old woman knitting socks in this isolated spot, and I regret to this day that I didn't buy them from her when she tried to sell them to me.