cloth skies

there was a piece of cloth. twinkling at me

as i walked by an oddments basket outside a fabric shop. i tried to ignore it

but it tugged at me. starlight in a basket.

woven silk and cotton. strong and soft. i took it home.

it sat for a while. quietly tugging at me. whispering. 

so i took a trip over to 'Spirit Cloth' to visit Judes 'Feel Free' 

and watched her creating some 'threadbeads'.

above is my first attempt.

it was so nice sitting, pulling my scattered-self together.

immersed in starlight and winter moss

the beginning of the new year i sat

and slow-stitched a moon shadow, listening

to the rain pattering on a corrugated roof, while earth slept.

the threadbeads became more starlike

on a wintercold starry night.

there was more.

the rhythm. the quiet sound of thread flowing through cloth.

i don't know where it's going.

but i like how it feels.