the images appear
and i birth
them in cloth.
though i seldom
know what
at the outset,
the cloth>
always
has something
to tell me.
i thought this one
indicated
a type of
dual existence,
an inside/outside
life.
i thought
the straight
light green lines
along each edge,
indicated
putting one foot
in front of the other,
appearing
to the world
as normal,
sane,
all right.
the colorful
scattered stitches
represented
inner
chaos.
i thought it
was a
self portrait,
if you want to
know the truth.
but today,
as i sorted
and sifted
and began
to ready
myself
and our home
for
thanksgiving upcoming,
today
when my brain
thought it was
okay to
doze off,
my eyes
fell upon
this photo
i took months ago
while on a
walk.
and i wonder.
no,
actually i don’t
wonder
at all.
once again
i am reminded
that there is
no one
single
way.
here ‘n there