Alphabytes are object meditations
that move through the alphabet two times
in the course of the fifty-two weeks in the year.
“Knots” introduces the Eleventh of Thirteen Weeks in Pentecost:
Summer in the North, Winter in the South.
None was better than Dad at casting a four-ounce weight into the sea,
sinking and searching for a catch.
Before I got the knack, the knot came—huge …endless…
making the smoothly spinning reel an inert mass of mess,
slowly to be unwound, unpuzzled so that the flow could happen again.
Like a faithful pet, Dad’s pole would patiently wait beside him,
as he turned his eyes from the preferred outward, seaward,
longing look, to the close search for the answer, so I could cast again.
Backlashes, they’re called—life spinning too fast
for gentle control and directing movement.
Look at the spool of life with its minutes and hours that unroll for you.
How does it feel—this reel?
Wait…watch…letting your Father take your life into his lap, teaching you
how to unravel the knots, so you can cast out into the deep again.