Mending by Caitlin Krause


And not to have is the beginning of desire. –Wallace Stevens


So he told the squirrel
in the hay field
when it skittered
toward the lake’s edge
to hide in a nest of yarn
and wait out the winter.
Then he walked back
to the woodpile
behind the house
to split all morning,
until the pile reached
the height of the window
by the rocking chair
where she used to knit.

Caitlin Krause