Engrossed Grandmother In Her Cross Stitching Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is this absurdity of choosing words
for a nice handiwork

knitting some fairies in some mathematical colors of threads
some butterflies and flowers in bright colors

a painting in cloth and threads
takes time
when she is finally hypnotized


falling into a deep sleep
inside a room
where she is alone on dim light

i open the door
i see the best handiwork of God
a woman so indulged so engrossed
in her art

sleeping.