TAPESTRY

TAPESTRY

In the sound

of dreams

I feel

a voice chanting

from afar.

Breeze

Shalimar

banana pancakes

bread baking

birthdays

clover & cinnamon & nutmeg

sillouettes amidst vapors

glazing a window pane

Rain on parsley, chives and sweet peas.

Winter afternoons

Hands painted with spots and wrinkles

coming and going

at the binary rhythm

of knitting.

And the rug

thread by thread

wove memories, tears,tastes &places

by the light of the wood stove.

I travel through the keys

of the ragrug cradle song.

I want to hear once more

the metronome of those hands

around my life,

weaving stories--

fireflies on a dream.

Ilram Rekrem