it seems that caring
is good work
something to continue
to do
as worlds change
in fall we gather
together thinking collecting
for the big change coming
i count on farmers to grow food
i gather at the market
~
my indigo dries in the garage
i am counting on color
to fortify this winter
~
and the caring i found
through this strange interspace
~
you friends over there in the other world
are in spring
while we are shedding the excess
green
waiting for snow
~
keeps me connected
~
i wove last night
after winding balls of lokta
from a skein
stayed up late weaving
a video anchored me
my fingers dancing
over the warp
lokta shifu square
four selvedges
spun dry
needle woven
on the stump