Hanging On By A Thread

During our trip north

we visited the infamous

black hole.

It is the ye ole swimming

hole fondly remembered by

Husband and his brothers.

See that knotted rope.

You jump from the cliff

grab the rope, swing back,

swing forward and let go.

Heart stopping!

City child that I am

a knitted I-cord

would be as close

to hanging by a thread

as I would ever get.

But I do have fond memories

of swimming in yet another 

Adirondack swimming  hole... 

ice cold and refreshing 

as  today I knit an I-cord.