A Private Calligraphy

For a long time, I had been wanting to do some emotional knitting. Just free work, with no purpose. I brought black and white yarn to Japan with this in mind. While at Kura Studio, I knit ten pieces. They include some grass, shells, and rope. Some of them ended up in the silo installation Thresh/hold.
Here they are together, just hanging off the curtain rod.

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A Private Calligraphy

rain drenches the sutras—
the ink of history
runs in the street

and a charming
black and white cat
comes to my hand
to be petted

there’s mist
in the mountains
it looks so—
Japanese
(here in Japan)

and the old neighbor
who can barely walk
is weeding her lettuce

as soon as it clears
two men start hammering
at the shrine
but no one
cleans up the beach
of the sea fished
almost bare
of everything
but plastic trash

still, the ridged shells
resemble kanji
in their design

and when I walk out
with my scissors
to clip some dried grass
arrangements
a housewife
airing bedding out a window
smiles and claps at me
as if I were
capable

of making something
beautiful

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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