Calico Crumbling
Strand by strand
Piece by piece
Your calico house
Slowly. Then quickly. Unwinds, unravels.
Once your palace, your bastion,
surrounded by the trilling of birdsong
And the deep humming of the earth
It is empty now, and threadbare
We try flames and quiet vigil
Prayers, hopes, guttural desperate desires
Whispered to the weighty confidences of your pillows
That once held that beloved head of yours
Through the dark night
Nothing, no thing,
Can consecrate your carefully carved out dreams
Nor a well intentioned paw or a stray’s cast off hair
Can melt, pray, scratch, stitch, join them back together
Into what you once took joy in
It is lost. As you are.
The loom now lies cracked and creaking
Scrap in the wind
Under gums and smoke and billowing sky
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