ALWAYS THE GARMENT

Quiet and a lit candle.

Time and whispered

yearnings. Anchors

to the moment.

These are the fabric,

the warp and weft,

the pull and pump,

of a living rhythm

I weave

by being creating,

by settling into

a space I make

like a garment

that keeps me

safe and warm

in winter

and always,

if only I remember

to sit down before

the loom of Now.