THE COLOUR OF QUIET

I shall crochet a shawl the colour of quiet;

cream like a fluffy cappuccino,

or soft clouds hovering among blue.

I’ll lose myself

in the hush between stitches,

the wool whispering between my fingers,

warm, peaceful, reassuring.

I’ll crochet memories into the border,

ideas into the fringes,

a softness for days when I forget

how to be kind to myself.

And when it’s done,

I’ll wrap it round my shoulders,

remembering

that patience can become beauty,

and healing

can come from a big bag of wool.