by Dianna Padgett
Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Stitch by stitch
the robe takes shape
rolling out from the movement
of my hands
the rest of me taking little notice
sun, moon, stars
snakes, fireflies, angels
reflecting some subconscious
dream some desire of
mine comes into being obedient
ever to my whim trees
breathe horses
stomp and run birds
from field to sky insects
fill the air and sing to
the child sleeping
peaceful under the elm.