Composing a life

there are chords that belong together

one sliding into another, like G into C,

or G into E, I haven't studied the others yet,

only G, in the key of G.

It makes me wonder many paths 

never even considered, a lack of wisdom

and patience at my side

I composed alone, stumbling from

one dissonance to another, an occasional

harmonious sound, the steady click of 

knitting needles above me, a sweater

taking form.