Stitching... Poem by Morimyth Weaver

Right in the wrong side
Of runnin' round,
the words won't come out
& it's all crashing down.

Feel the shaking in our
foundation ground
Shifting ever deeper...

Pull the brackets,
Shift the weights,
Lift your head,
and stomp your feet.

Grab your mind
Pull it sideways
Find the needle
In the haystack.

Thread it,
& keep stitchin'.

Feed your kin
Best you can
Leave your ilk
In the sand.

Pull the thread
Cut some slack
Not enough to
Leave intact

These bright days
Fall on me
Separate
From clouded sea

Selfish, you
Won't take on
Any other shape
Build the world
In your image
A place so
Full of grace.
Unseen tears
In the face
Of your most
Happy ending.

Play your god
Best you can
Leave your body
Behind

Weave your fate
Pull it back
You didn't mean
This heart attack.

Flying wayside
Of an act
Of virtue
just shy...

Right in the wrong side
Of runnin' round,
the words won't come out
& it's all crashing down.

Feel the shaking in our
foundation ground
Shifting ever deeper...

Pull the brackets,
Shift the weights,
Lift your head,
and stomp your feet.

Grab your mind
Pull it sideways
Find the needle
In the haystack.

Thread it,
& keep stitchin'.

(Written 2023)