Woven Sense

First comes lavender
quarantined by cotton seams in plush pockets
yet lavishing the room in an incense of spring

just as the patchwork colors seem to seep
beyond the quilt’s confines into every corner.
The fabric breathes in, the fibers stretch out
under the warmth of the window-framed sun.

Last come memories
slow to wake from their multicolored beds
where they were laid to rest and stitched in place

one by one, eight by eight distinct
squares snatched from time over years,
over decades passed by wonder and boredom
and caught together in this continuous lattice.

#NaPoWriMo 5/30