quilting

quilting

a simple gesture
over and over
the bright needle
in her hand
dipping in and out
of the cream
colored fabric
little nips rucking
the surface
tension
thread piling up
then
the long release
that far off sound
of thunder
unlocking
something deep
within
like the seed
each stitch is
binding up
and unfurling

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