knit all the simple things
wear all the thrifted dresses
hot pink, short, whatever brings you pleasure!

let your neighbors see you
as the camera captures your self portrait
let them know how you would like to be seen

push the doors open,
let the change in that October brings

I see your pain as you forage fallen seeds
the hues of sunflower gold gone with the season
I picture you as you basket
your first self-knit sweater, growing steadily
yes, it’s true!

And I want to tell you how much you inspire me
I see your quilts as chances to be
pieced back together,
in wholeness that is greater than its broken parts

I may even venture into dark lipstick,
just for you