Sunday, October 14, 2012

All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.
from Mary Oliver's most recent collection
A Thousand Mornings
This cloth began in Massachusetts where cardinals are plentiful.  
Finished here, and sent to Grace in New Mexico,
who gave it to the boy to take home with him  because he liked it.
I wake most mornings of the past forty plus years right here,
Sometimes elsewhere at friends in Massachusetts or Utah,
out on Long Island.  Years ago by the bay on Fire Island and
longer ago a week in Shelter Island where there were goats.
This one, begun in New York City, finished in Massachusetts
given to a friend there who lost her cat  It still lives there.
My work table and art materials are four steps from the bed,
notebooks and computer situated close in the the next room.
When able, I like to walk out into the world before anything else.  

Happiest when raw nature is close at hand, but content enough
in places where there is a garden, a patio, a view of the sky nearby.
In New York City, My wildlife companions are primarily pigeons
who nest on the ledges outside my fire escape window.
The view, otherwise,  is not inspiring.
Soon I'll be in Utah again.
Perhaps the Hallow'een cloth "Eve" will be completed before.
More likely, I'll bring it with me.
Doesn't cloth love travel too?
taken in NYC, Massachusetts, and Utah


Nancy said...

Hey Michelle...did you see my post today with Mary Oliver mentioned? Great minds think alike as my mom used to say!
I love the look in the bird's eye. I can see why he wanted to take it with him :)
Your cats are precious and the light in your place delicious!
Have a great time in Utah!

Anonymous said...

such a web of connections, thread spooling west and north, birds flying east and south... and you, too, getting around. so much heart here.

bj said...

Yes, I do think that cloth likes to travel. Whatever we put into the cloth, cannot be as much as the cloth gives back...either to the maker or to the receiver of the cloth.