CrazyQuilt Days
image by cherispec
I knit my days
into a patchwork quilt of memory,
soon to become an ancestor myself.
Today I’m at one of the pauses,
a time of straddling
possibilities. Unhurried,
I hold the fabric in my hands.
Today I perceive that realities
blend and entwine one with another,
hiding patterns I can’t discern.
No such thing as stand-alone,
no certain shapes, no symmetry. My days,
quilting scraps pieced to blocks,
are invented on the wing.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Beautiful!