I am a crazy quilt
A pattern of crackle glazes
Filled with electric charge
Behind spring flowers.
I am scraps of velvet,
Snippets of desire
Joined in ragged shapes,
Edged with scallops
Fingering my life.
A saunterer excited by stillness
A talker excited by listening,
A lover of moonlight
Warm in the sunshine.
A poet who paints.
A painter who writes.
I am a wailing wall
With prayers on scraps of paper
Stuck into crevices,
Pockets, and back packs,
Hopes waiting to take root
And bloom.
I am a scrap booker,
A clipper of articles,
A cutter of tape
And ribbon. I am a ribbon
Of star light. Once you catch me
What do you have?
I am a crazy quilt,
A chalker of hopscotch,
A splasher of ink,
A maker of skeletons.
I am not here or there,
Not playing hide and seek
Out there.
Going somewhere,
Following scraps of paradise,
I am
A crazy quilt.
