I find myself in pieces torn,
looking for a tensile thread to
stitch the fabric close together
to make a patchwork whole.

This is the state of me as modern
man in the attractive forces to-and-fro
that pull apart and rupture quietly
so that no centre can dare remain.

I have a wish to return home jagged to
a place long forgotten, around the fire
and the chat, where the sewing brings
the mystery of a garment freshly made.

 

24/5/2026