Quilt

You look at me

And you see

The pretty colors

Arranged for your viewing pleasure

Yet you silently wonder

How I do it

No one sees the thread loosen

The binding get weak

The shape get slack

As fabric beings to peel back

I retreat to my dark solace

And let time unwind me

Until I am an unfeeling pile of scraps

Trying to get rest

No interest

In besting anyone

For that is an energy bill I can’t afford

Trying to catch my breath siting still

Willing myself to respect limits

So as the sun rises

The day brightens

My stitched up scraps

Pop brightly again