Thursday, August 21, 2008

Patchwork (Poem)


Washed by the thickness
of a curtained chandelier, she
stitches at a cornered table,
squaring frayed denim
into a patchwork field.
The weight of her needle pulls
against the fabric’s strength
as she passes Jacob’s descent
into the fullness of her ground.

Stepping back from the pattern,
she watches her children pass
in and out of the room,
their trail a light shadow across
the threshold of her permanence.