The Lace Holds Time

Every spoke keeps count

Sixteen radial paths hold the pattern steady before a single knot is lifted.

Patience becomes structure

Three afternoons of cotton thread turn a tacked card into a free star.

Sunlight finishes the work

Washed lace dries on the patio until cotton and clay share one warmth.

The pattern leaves its frame

Bamboo and cardboard fall away; the wheel carries its memory alone.