The Circle -- Poetry

[eleonora2]

Joining the Circle…

If I had known
it was a quilting bee
I would have raced ahead
to try my hand
at smaller stitches,
sisters
smiling on each success.

I know I would have skipped
out front of the bitches
in the fray,
joining early the inner quest
to follow
an artist’s path.

I’d have pulled away
from the black and white,
from cubicles and accounts,
….intuitive…mending…curatorial,
tending rainbows
until they rose
blessing our little circle.

If I had known
it was a quilting bee,
No punts, end runs or downs,
I’d have traded in my calculater
for a thimbleful of tea
ages ago.