sashiko style

the goal is not to hide the repair

but to honor the damage sashiko style. 

from biscornu patiently pull a needle 

and thread tying the little knot 

at the end to stop, then place the patch

on the underside to frame and celebrate

the tear. leave the frayed edges to be seen 

from where once a thigh peeped through 

in the style of imperfections, but know

everyone was made in the creator’s image

of incompleteness to render reverence.

flags of lost causes sewn over forever. final.

the little stabs now cleaned and honored 

pull away untied in the therapy of knots. noose

13 loops in the zone of the flow shake lose

of illusory time. they heed to the will bending

the stitch to reveal the crisscross ease 

of beeswax in shades of satisfaction. 13 stars

in these surroundings, I found myself in the race

in the shadows of a frayed world listening

to voices pointing out that after world shocks

most people revert to their habitual ways.

so much darkness causes no discontent,

happily immersed in the labor sashiko mending.

there is little point in hiding the wounds

and scars as my needle dives into the dark hole

drinking in the conundrum of lockdown. slow pace

cars of relief to be on the right side of the history

of systematic change means diving deeper

into understanding. teach them they must deny 

themselves, pushing equality across the finish line. 

lead the fans to love thy neighbor uniting in new symbols,

the compass rose eight principal winds of change

for tomorrow comes to finish the randomness of the boro, together.