Our Wardrobe

Fine folds with matched edges
Frayed threads are unavoidable
But folded in they become
Inconsequential
Sewn together
Two isolated fabric tapestries
Become more in symphony

Something to wear against the world
A hat to protect us from the burning sun
A shirt to express ourselves
A sweater to keep us warm in the cold
A coat to stop the rain.

Separately fabric is beautiful potential

     A needle and thread
          Piercing and binding
               Through breaking the skin
                     Becoming stronger

Fabric in fugue is the foundation for life’s success.

Nova

Not unlike the sun,
I am a product of accretion
A swirling turmoil of simpler things
Brought unto catastrophe
Dissected
Remade.

Simple ideas became complex
Unrecognizable
Weighted down by substance
Complex ideas become clingy
Looking for others to latch onto
Creating relationships and
definition.

This way I am made fire
This way I am made air
This way I am made earth
I am made water
I am made Carbon
Nitrogen
Magnesium
I am made so many things
Both real and imagined,
dreamed.

Until I am made death,
Until I am made to explode
In kindness.