tied around the wrist-something as simple as knots
to stable the rabid emotions that play with us as we
assemble and finish our quilts. Piecing the curves
together in reminder that nothing lies straight
and only I make this in this way, the light greens
against the violets and purples-a movement of the
goose against the grain of history and along
Great Father Thames with locks and tides
and the rasta with his coconuts.
