Casting on is an imperfect process
which gives the appearance of perfection.
A line of neat little stitches,
the beginning of something bigger.
It takes on a presence at this stage,
form, colour and mass.
No longer just a concept.
It doesn’t need to be perfect;
it just needs to exist.
As it grows in length its flaws
become more obvious.
Finger holes from dropped stitches
or extra flesh from
over eager consumption.
It’s at this stage that you
have to decide if it’s worth
carrying on. Will the faults
in the body overwhelm you?
Or will you determine to embrace