Sewing the hours of life

 

The humming needle ticks the hours

As soft rolls of multi-coloured fabric

Flow across floorboards

Like rainbows caressing the grain

 

The stitches make maps, tracks to follow

Seams to explore, zips to open and shut

And open again just to hear the sound

 

The foot lands with certainty then lifts to disembark

To make darts of warp and weft

The criss, cross zig zag of life

 

In this material world

Pin binds yoke

People pleated together

Until the spool winds the day