Of Sweaters and Socks

A quantum of information
Rolled out as if the cat attacked
a ball of yarn
and dragged it across the floor
from living room through hallway
and into my kitchen
A single line I follow
Through time and space
Each step moves me forward
Though sometimes the yarn
Loops back and crosses over itself.
The same thing
Whether ball or line
Yet somehow totally different.
The sweater may be created
One stitch at a time
Or should it become a pair of socks
Or a cozy blanket for winter?

Sometimes you don’t understand me
Sometimes I blame myself
For failing to unwind the string
And presenting it as something else
That you can comprehend
Sometimes I blame you
For seeing a sweater when I present socks.
Most of the time I lament
Having to unwind at all
A ball of yarn is so complete
So perfect in itself
But in this world
In which I exist
We cannot do without
Sweaters and socks.