by Pansy Maurer-Alvarez    from a series of coiled basket forms    by Anna S. King， textile artist    Take bog myrtle    that unprepossessing marshland shrub    with a beautiful aroma when crushed    Put under the brow bands of childhood ponies    to keep the flies away and now a reminder    of weekends on the west coast of Scotland    Bunches brought back to work with    aware of the option of holding something back    when lost in the hypnotic rhythm of weaving    I push the energy of contemplation from mind into fingers    to this concentration of textures    centrifugally formed：    pine needles woven with waxed cotton；    sprigs of bog myrtle   stand encircling the form    their tips rising above the central hollow of the basket——    that space    containing   and    concealing    or offering you a place to release    your disturbingly secretive    self    to yourself