I made a dress this weekend
sewing machine rescued from the cardboard
graveyard, fabric washed, pinned, cut
and the needle moves forward
the needle moves forward
so I can climb out of this place, the pause
between inhale and exhale, between dream and sleep
the place where nothing happens
the place where nothing, nothing at all happens
where you wait for life to return
to normal – new fabric, new pattern, new dress
only time doesn’t stand still
time doesn’t stand still
perhaps in another plane of reality I jump
backwards, perhaps life takes different turns
here, I can only wait for the next second
here, I can only wait for the next minute to come
here, the pause is life today
here, the needle moves forward
I made a dress this weekend
by Rachel David
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