Habit
by Hazel Hall

Last night when my work was done,
And my estranged hands
Were becoming mutually interested
In such forgotten things as pulses,
I looked out of a window
Into a glittering night sky.

And instantly
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.


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Hazel Hall was a seamstress. She wrote this in 1921. 93 years later and a great read, that's the kind of writing I aspire.