For Jane

Armed with focus quick and clean

And fingers swift and slick,

She wields her steely long-and-leans

To cut through chaos thick.

Grace and poise twirl hand in hand

To lead her fingers’ dance,

Her movements soft as sifted sands

That shift in sibilance.

Ruthless rhythm soon will bear

From fodder flat and plain

A piece as warm as summer air

To serve as winter’s bane.