Pieces of the Same Quilt


Our lives…

Tiny patches of squares or triangles

Of a hand sewn quilt that sometimes fit or not…

Pieces discovered, overlapped, tucked in

held together tightly

with bits of colored thread.

Do you remember

The sound that lightning makes

in the Arizona desert at twilight

before all the stars appear?

Feelings sung aloud as music

by the red Sedona clay

that stay in your heart behind the left ventricle

never leaving

no matter the number of miles

traveled far away from home?

You are the only person who understands

what it feels like to have the top down

on Cave Creek Road at 75 miles an hour.

Listening to a country western storyteller

playing with the heart of an Arizona cowgirl

living in the body of a woman.

And I remember us at summer camp

in old black and whites

I still keep hidden

in the bottom of my dresser drawer.

So yesterday can be today

and I can go on loving us

the way we used to be


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