quilt dreams poem 1997

  This was a good year for quiltmaking and poems.


quilt dreams

quilt dreams
they follow me everywhere
popping into my head with the least encouragement
just passing by
wanting to be made
in the mad zen joy of doing
so little time for so much glory
me first me first me first
fighting me and the worries of my unpaid bills and the dust and weeds and
spiders and insanity of these times and my awful job that pays well but just
not enough
promising ravishing seducing
just a little more
I've finally got the skill the visions the gift multiplies itself when I'm not
looking
quilts wanting to be seen to be said and is there room enough for me?
7/2/97