Robert Nisbet is a Welsh poet who lives about 30 miles down the coast from Dylan Thomas's Boathouse and who has taught English and creative writing in a number of schools and colleges. His poems are widely published in Britain and the USA.
She is knitting. It is a gentle graft.
She is knitting a throw, to wrap someone,
one of her granddaughters maybe,
or his niece or his nephew, visiting
as the North Wales nights start to cool.
He is putting up a shelf, clumsily.
He is not deft. One is done, he leaves the second
to lop a little at the hedge outside,
fill the dogs' water bowls, take her tea.
Once, she had sought for stardust,
the occasional fever of a stage success.
He had known the regulation
of the boardroom.
Now she knits and stitches, browsing.
He breathes the greenness and the morning.
They freewheel, muse and stitch and tinker.