Thanks for reading.
Here's something I wrote shortly after the death of a very dear friend.
How to make an American quilt I am a square
On the ground, on the wall,
To you nothing more.
Who was I once?
Man, Woman, Child?
A someone... to someone... Somewhere.
And how am I here
On the ground, in a square?
Stitch by stitch,
sewn with needle and thread.
Beside me another,
Not sister, nor brother
Just another,
Man, Woman, Child.
I was born from a womb… Infected
I was loved by another…Infected
Affected forever
One cell at a time.
Do you see?
I am a square on the ground,
on the wall.
Listen when I say
I'm spread across this place.
Filling this, by a mile.
My life is measured eight feet by eight.
I am left now
With no more tomorrows
Always.
I'm a square on the ground, on the wall.
I am part of a name
A project for pieces
So many squares to be sewn.
Yet stitch by stitch
We’ve grown, day by day
Forever increasing
Eight feet by eight.
                               
Don’t favor this position
Just linger upon
The grossly brief space I require
And now I am here
on the ground,
just a square
Yet another Man, Woman, Child !
Ravaged, devoured.
Urn of Osiris"All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the Web of Life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself."