Stitching Time

"The first thing I did 

was take down the clock 

running dutifully on its one cell 

of battery and move the hands 

forward,"

FORWARD?? I would have moved them back, dear poet Alice Friman! Especially this week...

"...one hand

chasing the other under the shadow 

of the thin red whip driving the whole 

terrible mechanism."

travel blanket - stitching the cactus from the south of Italy

Sunday afternoon, I sewed through time and was in my element. One hour seemed to last 5 minutes. That's when you know you are doing the right thing.