Poem 7 of 30

my dead grandmother

visits me in dreams

lucid and deliberate

a contrast to her final days

in one

she teaches me to tie a special knot

using a small ship anchor chain

from a lowered car window

she dictates the motions

my hands are to make

no patience for clumsiness

weak arms with skinny wrists

or the bulky impossibility of each unyielding link

she steadily recites the movement

making corrections where she sees fit

under

over

pull

again

no loop it

tie it

start over

pull

now

this is important work

she says

pass it on.

© 2018 by Miya Upshur Williams

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