Hazel Hall


I was sewing a seam one day –
Just this way –
Flashing four solver stitches there
With thread, like this, fine as a hair,
And then four here, and there again,
The seam I sewed dropped out of sight . . .
I saw the sea come rustling in,
Big and grey, windy and bright . . .
Then my thread that was as thin
As hair, tangled up like smoke
And broke
I threaded my needle, then –
Four here, four there, and here again.